Hold on to your walker, my friend forever to be.
But she sang for me before I could sing.
And bend every note you can breathe.
A tired old lover, through every lit window, I see.
And we'll dance for them, sounding off again.
How the notes extend, soft and resonant.
Just promise to wake in the morning.
A ghost set in glass--she's the ghost sent for me.
Cemetery, where she'd love to be,
sitting beautifully, grasping everything she sees.
somewhere not far from the market she hears a few notes.
Words so hauntingly masked by the trees.
Spoken at last by her lover for his bride to be,
who wore flowers in her hair for me.
How we struggled, inside, by the sea.
And I'm sorry, my friend, but don't ring your bell for me.
released August 17, 2014
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