Letras
The wind comes in from the harbor
Timbers groaning under strain
Men stand quiet at the counter
Hands thick by work and weather
You said your name was Mary
Like it passed through, not to stay
Just a word between the hours
Then the night moved on its way
Nothing claimed
Nothing promised
Just the ache of place and time
I carried it
Like you keep a coat near winter
For early nights
White heather on the heath
Low and holding through the year
Nothing said
Nothing taken
Just the thought that kept you near
Sometimes they leave heather on the counter
Scattered among the glass
No note
No reason
Just a knowing when they pass
They say it's what you favor
What you smile at when you see
So I hold one in my fingers
Like it might remember me
I don't ask
I don't follow
I don't turn the past around
I bend down
Through the long grass
Where the white is on the ground
White heather on the heath
Low and holding through the year
Nothing said
Nothing taken
Just the thought that kept you near
I didn't know you'd come back
Didn't know you were near
I was thinking of the flower
How it lives throughout the year
White heather on the heath
Standing softly where it grows
No calling
No returning
Just the way the long wind blows
You're there on the bluff above me
Waving once into the light
I run through heather to meet you
We turn once, together.