He heard her name once, and waited to hear it again He threw into the fire whatever he didn't hold dear He followed her trail, he thirsted for her water Walked far in the light of her star And the snow in his fingers was turning to steel --- --- --- He stood by the river to drink of the silence there To wash it all off and come back to the living once more To find her voice, to walk into her dusk To be a stranger on her long road And the water in his fingers was turning to smoke --- --- --- And when his day ended, quietly, strangely And his horses for once came home light The flame of her candles, the ring of her keys Her shoulders of marble, soft as the night Lay silent in stone --- --- ---
