She Was Coming Home

She was coming home
I was waiting for her
There had been no word
Since the start of winter
I swear I hear her voice sometimes
Someone that somehow reminds
I remember little things
The breath in her whisper
The touch of her skin
Scented paper and, "Please
Tell me everything"
The letter said in June
"There's no need to call
I'll be with you soon"
I swear I see her face sometimes
Someone that somehow reminds
Looking at her photograph
She's watching the storm through the living room glass
Breaking up over the sea
I pray I'll see her face again
Nothing in this life is certain
Another winter's come and gone
She was coming home
I pray I'll see her face again
Nothing in this life is certain
Another winter's come and gone
She was coming home
Here we are, the scent bazaar
Spices, silk and tuned guitars
Grapes from Siam and some hemp from the Congo
Charcoal tongue and chicken wings
Wooden prayerwheels hung on strings
Gold sails and mangoes
A wolfsbane from pigskin
Camel trains and linen socks
Sweetmeats sold in bamboo ships
Dust-swirling mambas and [03:55]
[04:07] dates and pleasure homes
Figures 'round with rustic motes
Dhamblas, Durangos
Play salsas and tangoes