penelope
So much to say
And what is truth, anyway?
I am wounded today like a flower that is fading
Fear unexplored
Is a knife, is a sword
I am diving today like a swallow
All the ways of longing
All of the mythic heroines who line the sea
Counting the waves and scanning the horizon
Caught in a promise empty as the night is
Oh how they sing to me
Oh how they sing to me
Hope is sustained
But what is lost, what is gained?
Am I dressed for the role of the woman who is weaving?
Open I stand where the sea meets the sand
And I’m hoping today for tomorrow
All the ways of longing
All of the mythic heroines who line the sea
Counting the waves and scanning the horizon
Caught in a promise empty as the night is
Oh how they sing to me
Oh how they sing to me