With every dress
she wears a black flower
Pale hands beckon for her down at the shore
With every step, the silence gets louder
with the weight of a mountain,
the height of a tower
She tells me that it's hard,
it aches to the bone
She came home today to an empty house alone
Going through his things
like sorting through stones
Shells at the beach,
artifacts at home
Poring over papers with the patience of a scholar
His old jacket pocket hides six hundred dollars
A german folding knife
A space-age pen
Mechanic's tie clip
from way back when
An old wooden pipe,
don't remember when he smoked
A token from the fifties, she cries over the phone
The moon beats down on the roofs of homes
The mist makes it quiet and the fires burn low
She doesn't fall asleep, it aches to the bone
Half a heart gone and never more alone
Moonlit trees line the shore
and starlight falls through
gaps in the boughs
Aching feet on the stones
there under the stars, she isn't alone
Shallows harden to glass
Where water is clear
She walks in the open
And every light in the sky,
moving farther apart
gives way to gold
