I dream of a bloom
I sit in preparation in the gloom
And when I hear no sound
Or my head aches
I'm filled with doom

I dig and dig
For any precious sign
All I can hear is the clink clink of hard
Unforgiving Earth

But wait
A quiet secret
Tiny molecules in a summer song
I feel like making love
Samba notes
A blues

You let me know you're still there
However quiet

I dream of a bloom
I dream of a bloom
Like a string
Attached to a hot air balloon