I rain for the sky
Like a sea going to die
Windy laughing kisses
Wave fluttering goodbyes

I rejoice beautiful bird stories
From the firm hills
Flesh time pulsing still
As deep magic spills

Soon a hidden lost loneliness sprays
Jealous tumults of heat and mist
A crackling cosmic clearing as blue bows to grave
It is the earth and not the sky that weeps for clay.