Martha

Martha she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, patiently

She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly

She does as she pleases, she listens for me



Martha she calls to me from a feather in the meadow, "fly to me"

You can dance and sing and walk with me

And dreams will fade and shadows grow in weed

She does as she pleases, she waits there for me

She does as she pleases, her heels rise for me



My love she talks to winking windows as she murmurs to her feet, thoughtly;

She separates in laughter to my side, caught for me

She does as she pleases, she waits there for me

She does as she pleases, her heels rise for me



Martha she keeps her heart in a broken clock and it's waiting there for me

She weeds apart through a token lock; what a great thing to be free

She weeps time, starts unspoken, but when the gate swings there she'll be

There she'll be: in green sun, on blue earth under warm running shower