Thunderbolt
Stirring at water's edge,Cold froth on my twig,My mind in whirlsWanders around desire.
May I, can I, or have I too often?Craving miracles?May I, can I, or have I too often now?Craving miracles?Craving miracles?
No one imagines the light shock I need,And I'll never knowFrom who's hands, deeply humble,Dangerous gifts as such to mine come.
May I, should I, or have I too often?Craving miracles?May I, can I, or have I too often?Craving miracles?Craving miracles..
My romantic gene is dominantAnd it hungers for union,Universal intimacy,All embracing.
May I, should I or have I too oftenCraved miracles?May I, can I or have I too oftenCraved miracles?Crave?
Waves irregularly striking,Wind stern in my face.Thunderstorm, come,Scrape those barnacles of me!
May I, may I or should I too oftenCrave miracles?May I or should I or have I too often
All my body parts are oneAs lightning hits my spine,SparklingPrime runs through me,Revive my wishInviolable.
May I, can I, or have I too often?Craving miracles?May I, can I, should I, or have I too often?Craving miracles?