Diamonds and rust

Well , I'll be damned .Here comes your ghost again. But that's not unusual. It's just that the moon is full and you happened to call. And here I sit, hand on the telephone, hearing a voice I'd known, a couple of light years ago,heading straight for a fall.
As I remembered your eyes, were bluer than robin's eggs. My poetry was lousy, you said:
"Where were you calling from?"
"A booth in the Midwest"
Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks. You brought me something, we both know what memories can bring. They bring diamond and rust .
Well, you burst on the scene were already a legend. The unwatched phenomenon. The original vagabond you strayed into my arms. And there you stayed ,temporarily lost at sea. The Madonna was yours for free.
Yes, the girl on the half shell could keep you unharmed.
Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling all around, snow in your hair.
Now you're smiling out the window of that crummy hotel over Washington Square. Our breath comes out white cloud mingles and hangs in the air. Speaking strictly for me, we both could've died then and there.
Now you're telling me you're not nostalgic, then give me another word for it. You who're so good with words and at keeping thing vague. Cause I need some of that vagueness now.
It's all come back too clearly.
Yes , I love you dearly. And if you're offering me diamonds and rust, I've already paid.
<Diamonds and rust>, Joan Baez
The day after the Valentine, 2012