rise like lazarus And be a ghost that carries the scent of flowers Because there are nights that i hate faith And the lie of its empty embrace I keep the house dark so your shadow can sit unnoticed And hear me weep for spring In my long winter I whisper your name until it is mantra Until i can smell you in fresh grass in rain Until you are morning sun through spires Until you are the song of the thrush I wait to hear your steps creak the floorboards Bare feet on ash and elm you touching the cool of the wall with long fingers To guide you slowly through the dark Rise and restore my faith The same as i would for you.