Some days her shape in the doorway 

Will speak to me 

A bird's wing on the window 

Sometimes I'll hear her when she's sleeping 

Her fever dream 

A language on her face 



I want your flowers like babies want God's love 

Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come



Some days, like rain on the doorstep 

She'll cover me 

With grace in all she offers 

Sometimes I'd like just to ask her 

What honest words 

She can't afford to say, like 



I want your flowers like babies want God's love 

Or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come