Icebound Stream

Watch I can flash across the sky

A lightning bolt from up on high

And I can crash into myselfNow a flower blooms in reverse

And a song takes back a verse

A photograph fades to whiteAnd I can hold a thunderhead in my heart

And in my bed I can dream a winter's gale

And wake up drenched a stormy pale, a stormy paleA battered heath on the shore

Will make her keep and wait for more

But underneath her icebound stream

The water pours, the water pours