I once met a girl with the life in her hands
and we lay together on the summerday sands.
I gave her my raincoat and told her, ``Lady, be
good!''
And we made truth together, where no one else
would.
I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust
through her hands ---
the hour-glass of reason on the summerday sands.
We sat as the sea caught fire.
Waited as the flames grew higher
in her eyes.
We watched the eagle born ---
wings clipped, tail feathers shorn
but we saw him rise ---
over summerday sands.
(Rest the same)