You ripple through me
like I'm the sea
and you're the stone
that’s thrown through me.
You ripple through me
like you're the wind
through windows when
I'm curtain thin.
I'm certain then
this hurt has been
so unpeacefully
beguiling.
Still curtain’s thin -
through all the wind -
we see the sea
now smiling.
Weather's blown a
mile of sin,
still heaven's been undying.
Whether stone or wind,
I smile when
you pierce the skin inside of me.