Wait for Sleep
Standing by the windowEyes upon the moonHoping that the memoryWill leave her spirit soon
She shuts the doors and lights and lays her body on the bedWhere images and words are running deepShe has too much pride to pull the sheets above her headSo quietly she lays and waits for sleep
She stares at the ceiling and tries not to thinkAnd pictures the chain she's been trying to link againBut the feeling is goneAnd water can't cover her memoryAnd ashes can't answer her painGod give me the power to take breath from a breezeAnd call life from a cold metal frame
In with the ashesOr up with the smoke from the fireWith wings up in heavenOr here, lying in bedPalm of her hand to my headNow and forever curledIn my heart and the heart of the world