Handkerchiefs

Handkerchiefs
 i cross the line
 and see a face that can't be mine
 through a long long night
 to find a place where we all thrive
 where every frail thing can survive
 where we can live this dream of life
 in a dim blue light
 she saw his eyes give up the fight
 a hand finds mine
 traces answers on my spine
 from malignant to benign
 in the midnight smell of pine
 walk, walk, further than you'll ever know
 walk, walk, into the snow
 a great divide
 i didn't know her good friend died
 drawn in black-light chalk
 her ankles tied in flower stalks
 we need a place where we can talk
 just need a place where we can talk
 into our handkerchiefs
 into both our handkerchiefs
 into our handkerchiefs
 into both our handkerchiefs
 walk, walk into the snow