Before the teal,
Of heavy rain,
A song did ring unclear.

But split and spatter,
In cracks and mounds,
Frayed the linen thin.

Struck against the bed at night,
A handgun held in envy,
Shatttered glass besides a mirror.

Just among the very leaves,
Tepid in a sunset morning,
The water seams the very dress.

Mouth did heal among the waves,
Strongest in real worry,
Greatest in raw fury.

Connected at last.