Rosemary

Do you remember when you walked with me

Down the street into the square?

How the women selling rosemary

Pressed the branches to your chest,

Promised luck and all the rest,

And put their fingers in your hair?

I had met you just the day before,

Like an accident of fate,

In the window there behind your door.

How I wanted to break in

To that room beneath your skin,

But all that would have to wait.

In the carmen of the martyrs,

With the statues in the courtyard

Whose heads and hands were taken,

In the burden of the sun;

I had come to meet you

With a question in my footsteps.

I was going up the hillside

And the journey just begun.

My sister says she never dreams at night

There are days when I know why;

Those possibilities within her sight,

With no way of coming true.

Some things just don't get through

Into this world , although they try.

In the carmen of the martyrs

With the statues in the courtyard

Whose heads and hands were taken,

In the burden of the sun;

I had come to meet you

With a question in my footsteps.

I was going up the hillside

And the journey just begun.

All I know of you

Is in my memory

All I ask is you

Remember me.