Widow in White

Married at twenty
At twenty-one I was a widow
At twenty-two I cried into my pillow
But I never thought about
What my life should've been
I don't think about it now
I just keep on living
And so often that it can become the case -
The path you've set upon has suddenly changed
Where once the trail was so clear and so prime
The brush now overgrown track troublesome to find
The limbs entangle - they're hands bound to ensnare
Yet a beam or two illuminates the wooded walk
I talk of here ...

In lily white light
In lily white light

The ivory lace was woven as a crawler's web
The dress be bone though my sash was rose-ed red
White Henry in my hair and Sapporo Lily in my hand
At twenty and one hope is plenty -- unrest hard to fathom
And as so often that it can become the case --
Where Love once rested Freedom now takes her place!
In lily white light
In lily white light
Upon a time the trail was so clear and so prime
The brush is overgrown and more cumbersome to find
The trees entangle: their limbs overlap and sight is less clear
Yet in Lilium light shall I be bathed on the day
I've gone away from here!

In lily white light
In lily white light