Rain and Rivers.

The rain breaks through the storm clouds.
Zealous reasons, like reasons unknown,
my heart creeps across broken stone;
light is a yellow cloak, a shroud.

The rain breaks through, I tiptoe
and dance,
rain breaks through reasons of glow;
we are sheltered in this loveless romance,
God is a system we can't overthrow.

Moving in reason, moving without season,
the rain glimmers on the stone.
God moves to places unknown,
sometimes, in England, thrones are overthrown.

Pieces of rock, sheltered in shock,
glowering in distance, the geese will flock.
Open doors are closed again,
I knew my sad old friend, way back when.

God is a reason, reasons unknown,
sometimes, in England, thrones are overthrown.
Sometimes, friends, they come and they go,
moving like shadows and the waters that flow.