To Lucinda IV: The Idiot

O, I know the weight of the moon, 

And the ways of the stars,

But in truth, I know nothing at all--

    I don't know you.

I know your name, and the sound of your voice,

And I know the curve of your cheek,

And the touch of your hand--

    But still I don't know you.

I know how I feel when you're in the room,

How my words fall to the floor.

I know how I feel when you're gone,

My thoughts all of you--

    Yet still I don't know you.

I know my wants, my wishes, my dreams,

To be with, and not alone.

I know the feelings I have, yet--

    I know not you.

I wish I could know you,

Know your thoughts, know your dreams.

I wish I knew what to do

    To get to know you.