Take the rain and make it sing.


The nuns were thinking

With their big eyes

Noticing the changing ways

Of unstable earth

Where things of old collapse

Because it was all connected

Hopes were lightning bolts 

Playing from the thunder clouds

And they danced away

They danced.
Spire in the dark

Stars beaming

Something new waits

Something moves in the darkness

There is a piece of the fabric torn from the sky

It patches the pieces from wire to wire

Along this strange watch tower

All the stars were hallow

And don't you love it

In its order

The clock works

The orange doors

Mercury emerges

Winds encourage.