He was a carver and all that he wanted in this whole world was a
Little daughter, but his Luna, the one he had lost so
Long ago that he, couldn’t bear it.
He saw her face when he went walking,
Out on the river, a place she never went
But now as a ghost she walks there beside him
Overly loving and never retreating
Terribly close with a smile to remember
She dances in stars and floats on the mist
He doesn’t sleep, the pain unbearably fits
Going out to the river, he walks there beside her
He never saw her again as he swam in the water
She overturns pumpkins and takes down the garland
Over the years you see, without his attention
She sought it somewhere else with the heart of a child
One who is troublesome, one who is lost
She furrows her brow and calls to her master
When he doesn’t answer, she strangles the house cat,
She leaves birds on the lawn and sometimes,
Their heads are gone, strung up in a line all bloody and mangled
She begs for a partner, because she was a dancer
Only had one and that one couldn’t remember
He walks in a garden, the sun lights his path,
She walks the river, eternal fog drifting below her
If you hear her call out, don’t try to answer
The ones who did before, she adds to her broken heart,
All bloody and mangled, just like the crows are.
Strung up in rows, along the river bed
You cannot replace her lover, and for pretending she wants you dead.
Woolgathering 