Tried to say she wasn't even crazy

Tried to say she wasn't even crazy,
tried to say she had a few ideas
I didn't have. I met her in the air,
or in a space that I'd imagined. When

she took a breath the whole world sighed about
the trees. I tried to say she didn't know
what death was, what I knew, or how to see
the light the water reflects. She tried to

turn her body like a cloud, she tried
to move over the land like weather. I
can't lose my mind cause I don't have one. She

impressed me with her madness, I had looked
in all the shelves of libraries. It's said
that the mad are the only true lovers.