Icebound Stream

Watch, i can flash across the sky

A lightning bolt from up on high

And i can crash into myself

Now a flower blooms in reverse

And a song takes back a verse

A photograph fades to white

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 pale

A battered heath on the shore

Will make her keep and wait for more

But underneath her icebound stream

The water pours, the water pours

I can hold a thunderhead in my heart…