Standing by the window
Eyes upon the moon
Hoping that the memory

will leave her spirit soon

She shuts the doors and lights

And lays her body on the bed
Where images and words are
running deep

She has too much pride to pull
the sheets above her head
So quietly she lays and waits

for sleep

She stares at the ceiling

And tries not to think
And pictures the chains
She's been trying to link again

But the feeling is gone

And water can't cover her

memory
And ashes can't answer her
pain

God give me the power to take
breath from a breeze
And call life from a cold metal

frame

In with the ashes

Or up with the smoke from the
fire
With wings up in heaven

Or here, lying in bed
Palm of her hand to my head
Now and forever curled in my

heart
And the heart of the world