I have lightning

If the stars dry out to guide me

I have 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