We talk of miracles,
Of undelivered letters written years ago,
Of many things that you are dear to me;
The mighty happenings
I can only be your canvas
You were golden light reflected all around us
But I'm exhausted, I'm exhausted
There's never been a cloud in the sky for you
Without this what will I do?
And I know soon you'll go and all will pa**: you, earth or ash
I asked to hear of your garden
to take each of my limbs and gently plant them
So I can grow again
Til I can talk and bend and flower anew
And I know soon you'll go and all will pa**: you, earth or ash