Her face got pinned down or locked up

Either way, she is on the tip of my eyes or the insides

Since the first time sky stopped raining on me.

To where I'll lost days and nights and forth.

Her soothing voice was all that echoed

Through this dead, rotten dark cave of mine.

Trembling at her wake

Tearing a hole

Flowing her light in

Pouring love

Out of her mouth.

She is a thunder, river and sun

Nature is in her eyes now mine.