Martha

Martha she listens for the ticking of my footsteps

patiently

She sifts the hairy air that's worn and woodswept

pleasantly

She does as she pleases

She listens for me

Martha she calls to me from a feather in the meadow

You can dance and sing and walk with me

Dreams will fade and shadows grow in ****

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 foots

thoughtfully

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 lock

And it's waiting there for me

She ****s 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 showers