Feathered Thing

I went to the burnt-out woods A tourist with some damaged goods Remembered how the trees withstood Fires before Blue wren in the monochrome Sifting through the ash and bone Reminding me if hope is home Then grief is a door The quiet pause where dead ends burn And new beginnings wait their turn Indigo wing be the body I bring To the door as before Feathered thing, a feathered thing It's so hard to let go, wanted to know Wanted to know you With my body I stand on the ashen floor Let go your hand I was hoping I'd forget The possibility we'd met Where you were a ghost is left And grief is a war Wish there was something I could do Find a way to see this through Did everything I could for you There's nothing more The quiet pause where dead ends burn And new beginnings wait their turn Indigo wing be the body I bring To the door as before Feathered thing, a feathered thing It's so hard to let go, wanted to know Wanted to know you With my body I stand on the ashen floor Let go your hand