Rocky*. Everything is rocky.
Waves are crashing below,
The birds, they want to help me.
Oh, my spirits are low.

The ground is slippery;
I'm trying to stand on my own.
Will you be my Calla lily?
In all of your magnificence and
beauty.

I could have chosen a better path
but my heart calls your name.
As thunder shook, I laughed
because you and I, we're insane.

-m.b