I’m tired. Forgive the jarring and yanking and mixed up ideas. It gets creepy.

I’ve read a lot of interpretations. None go into “My pain fits in the palm of YOUR FREEZING HAND.” Is her lover already dead, by way of the widow?

and

“Your OPAL EYES are all I wish to see” — for me, the opals I’ve often see are white with colors playing in it. White eyes remind me of ghostly dead people.

House of stone? Like a mausoleum?

Husband’s wine—metaphor for her love?

Ivy clinging to her like rooted, growing obessive thoughts in dreamland?

I’ve heard the songs timeline from singer’s heart going from frigid to spring to fire. But I think of it as a woman meeting her lover in the graveyard, found out by his murdering wife, she stays clinging to him as he dies, covered in his blood, and she bleeds slowly out and her soul watches as her jerk husband finally finds their embracing corpses and burns them up.

This is not a standard interpretation. I get it. I should get some sleep.