Wait For Sleep

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 that change 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, in the heart of

the world.