Sunday, April 10, 2011

i've lightning if the stars dry up to guide me
i've soft clay to knit my bones astride

what a miracle they say
dark clouds gather
velvet holes gaping wide

oh and they pour it down
and they sing to me of wonders unseen
like clouds that rise from the sea

oh and i'm sorry
i'm so sorry
that i missed the point of this pageantry

but i'm grateful
that you love me