Standing where the wind will meet the door
Whispered spirit in the skin she wore
Ice in her eyes, on her breath
Stilling the fires beneath
The flowering of years between the peace and the war
Take my hand and dance, she cries
Dance once more with me
She, bound to bed
I carry the time
Like a long return home
Still fighting the sea
Give to the wind your perfection and into your silence
Limbs to the earth, still breathing and beating the ground
A trembling wait for the end to your unceasing violence
Last roll of your thunder cascades in glorious sound
Closing her eyes on the stars above
Whispered years against the weight of her love
Too long and too short she cries
Smiling with tears in her eyes
Outside the evening speaking with a dove
Take my hand and dance, she cries
Dance once more with me
She, bound to bed
I carry the time
Like a long return home
Still fighting the sea
Give to the wind your perfection and into your silence
Limbs to the earth, still breathing and beating the ground
A trembling wait for the end to your unceasing violence
Last roll of your thunder cascades in glorious sound
And for...
The first time
Growing old
Without her
And the dark
Creeping in
So
Familiar
As I
Drift into
Memories of
The way she'd smell
The way she'd taste
Those memories of
The little that was
Everything
That ocean sound
That fills my ears
Means everything
Meets an end
Or something new