Andy By The Lake

Thunder
Lightning
Rain, rain, rain,
beautiful rain.

A young man sits waiting
all among the diamonds.
Unconsciously
his throat draws a simple note,
pale and unwavering
as a gull's eye.

Thunder
Lightning
Rain, rain, rain,
beautiful rain.

Someday I will be alone.
Someday I will be alone.

Young man still waitin.
Silver hair. The bruising skies.
His throat sings a gay song.

Thunder
Lightning
Rain, rain, rain,
beautiful rain.

Someday I will be alone.
Someday I will be alone.