[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] She sought in men a flame that would not fade, A steadfast love no winter’s chill could shade. She wrote the way that many women write— Of love at dawn, betrayal come at night. [Chorus] Yet with her rhyme-fork digging through the plain, She sifted beauty out of grit and grain. The sea’s beloved, bride of rustling trees— A soul eternal, carried by the breeze. [Verse 2] She wrote of friends’ quick weddings, of his cold, Of breasts in spring grown fuller, warm and bold (Enough to ring like bells and wake the land). Her hungry nights with Murakami’s hand And fools who wandered through her thought and sand. [Instrumental] [Chorus] Yet with her rhyme-fork digging through the plain, She sifted beauty out of grit and grain. The sea’s beloved, bride of rustling trees— A soul eternal, carried by the breeze. [Instrumental] [End]
