From the recording Embers Sweet (HERE - 2010)


She stood upon her heart-bound hearth,A very predictable pattern unfolding.She wondered who would light the spark,Undaunted, enchanted and so familiar.And then she moved.And then she moved.Grand enchanted live-wire embers, sweetHosts of craven fruits, like heavens beats.Backwards and forwards and backwards she climbs andOhh! (etc)He stood behind his barbed-wire fence.Approaching, his arms bearing coal-singed night logs.The breeze asks, gently, “send them hence.”He, grateful, relinquishes.  They unfold him.And then he moved.And then he moved.