I sip of your unsung song,
And untainted waters.
I revel in loving your wrongs
And rights under the shelter
Of the umbrella where
Despite the stormy weather
That surrounds us we
Remain steadfast.
And we outlast
The storms of tomorrow.
And we stand
On the horizon borrowed
From Eros.
And we remain
In the aftermath of the momentous.
And we're okay.
Yes, we're okay.