Fields
"Feathers"

Waves that are crashing
And clouds that are turning
A premonition of sails that are burning

I woke up in silence
And looked out my window
It's weathers like these
That turn women to widows

Drawn by another
Into each other
Lie in the heathers
Woven to covers
Sleep out the dead weight
Fragile as feathers

Welcome the waves that'll bring you back to me
Call on the ravens and send them out to sea
Feathers of stray birds that lead you the way home
It's weathers like these that turn women to widows

Drawn by another
Into each other
Lie in the heathers
Woven to covers
Sleep out the dead weight (looking for some way to put this to sleep)
Fragile as feathers