I wrote your name.
I wrote your name with silver ink.
With silver ink on the bottom of the clouds.
On the bottom of the clouds,
The part they don’t want.
The part that strikes thunder.
Thunder that shakes their ground.
Ground of my heart, you struck.
You struck with the same thunder.
The same thunder that struck them down.
Struck them down but grew flowers on me.
Grew flowers on me and watered my soil.
Made me fall in love with those three syllables again.