Light upon the widows veil
dances through an open form
like a window or translucent scale
the sun still shines with its warmth

Into the cold and empty rooms
it reaches even here unhindered
and draws the tears upon the loom
left empty since last winter

She dances with the breeze
to set her weary heart at ease
and holds the night into the dawn
until the whispers all are gone

The sea itself is vast but small
compared with the void unclaimed
that calls out still here quite strong
her absent lover's name