Time is a cloud that changes shape
all before your eyes.
From below, they heave and flow
and make our views grow dark

We wait awhile for the rain to stop
to see a patch of blue.
That shaft of sun, like the dove who comes,
with an olive in his mouth.

Don't worry the dove has flown away
and left the earth gone wild.
For its only men who go on blind,
and its always God who stays.