Leonard Cohen — The Lucky Night Sunday March 7 2004

Let's say that on that lucky night I found my house in order and I could slip away unseen tho' burning with desire Escaping down a secret stair I cross into the forest the night is dark but I am safe— my house at last in order But luck or not, I do it right and no one sees me leaving hidden, blind and secret night— my heart the only beacon But O that beacon lights my way more surely than the sun, and She is waiting for me there— of all and all, the only One And then the night commands me to enter in Her side and be as Adam is to Eve before they need divide So I can show Her what's been kept for Her and Her alone— a secret place that Love had left before the world was born Her nipples underneath My hand Her fingers in My hair— a forest crying from the dead and fragrance everywhere And from the wall a grazing wind weightless and serene wounds Me as I part Her lips and wounds Us in between And fastened here, surrendered to My Lover and My Lover, We spread and drown as lilies do— forever and forever