| and the words rose out of the water I told you rhythm drops on tin roofs in green wind after the blue sky had held us and kissed us good memory of childhood still in these tree limbs when you fell in love with the wind but you did not fall and the storm fell into the water we told you rhythm skies and tin stars in store fronts buy me a memory well child deep as a pocket is shallow and under these streetlights I named you and under the true sky I held you and under the true sky you did not fall so wake me in afternoon calling a rain song asleep in the summer I love you and words are the echo of thunder and songs are the river of rainstorms and words are the echo of thunder and songs are the river of rainstorms... |