Bring me the dusty flour of long hot days
mixed in a saucepan with too little rain
I will bake it in my oven of scorched dry earth
and bring you lightning biscuits
to have with your thunder tea

I will never understand
exactly when did a finger on the hand of time uncurl
and wave me on from being a girl

If you long for a life of
sunny skies day after day
you will be disappointed
nothing grows in a desert
settle for a little rain now and then
and someone to share your umbrella

I have a face in the mirror
I know I am there
because I checked
so why do I cut myself
to feel less invisible

In the bungalow of your thoughts
you can sit and fume at the world
while you wrap your soul
in angry net curtains!

Long ago,
when earth was clean and silver bright
an angel fell, compelled by vast eternal might
beyond all time
through endless night so brightly starred
his wings aflame his halo charred
remembering beauty through his tears
to see him through in later years