Ashes

See the small kestrel Wither 'way beneath the swell Makes no strides, although she tries With will to go she can not fly See that cat upon the floor Play the game that she adores Too caught now between those strings Too mixed up, to find a thing To be turned 'round is no reason To forget things that give you meaning Twist the strings between my fingers And I watch them splinter Where you laid, the blanket bare My spirit stayed to find you there I fiddle with wax on the table end I light the wick and watch it spend Like a dog, beneath street light Finds no place to rest in sight Sometimes skittish and uncertain Of few words, a worried person To be lonesome is no trouble Still I wonder for tomorrow Crumble wax between my fingers And I watch the wick burn See the small kestrel Wither 'way beneath the swell Makes no strides, although she tries With will to go she can not fly