The Body - A Lament lyrics
[The Body - A Lament lyrics]
To climb these stairs again, bearing a tray
Might be to find you pillowed with your books
Your inventories listing gowns and frocks
As if preparing for a holiday
Or, turning from the landing, I
Might find my presence watched
Through your kaleidoscope
A symmetry of husbands
Each redesigned in lovely forms of foresight
Prayer and hope
I climb these stairs a dozen times a day, and
By the open window, wait
Looking in at where you died
My hands become a tray
Offering me, my flesh, my soul, my skin
Grief wrongs us so i stand and wait
And cry for the absurd forgiveness
Not knowing why
Might be to find you pillowed with your books
Your inventories listing gowns and frocks
As if preparing for a holiday
Or, turning from the landing, I
Might find my presence watched
Through your kaleidoscope
A symmetry of husbands
Each redesigned in lovely forms of foresight
Prayer and hope
I climb these stairs a dozen times a day, and
By the open window, wait
Looking in at where you died
My hands become a tray
Offering me, my flesh, my soul, my skin
Grief wrongs us so i stand and wait
And cry for the absurd forgiveness
Not knowing why