Soft face is yours

And your hair is waving to the sea

Woman of the flowing hair

You stand so still

One hand resting on the creaking gate

The other shielding from the sun

Woman with the flowing hair

Why do you wait

And the world travails around you

Step down with care

From your pedestal of woe

He who left you once

Has stepped down from his long ago

Oh woman with the tears of pearls

Falling to the ground of sombre greyness

Heed me now

Woman with the flowing hair

I wish to take you down with me

To the depths of life

For there only, may you see

The image of your face in the mirror of time

And leave your mourning

To the rest - who have just begun to grieve