There\'s something in her gaze
There\'s something about his smile,
Curious like the sea.
They walk down the frosty isle
Because the eaves are too wide
And the July seeps through.
Then, at night
she moans
He sighs;
He sighs his way through the night.
The fluid night
The silent night
In their rented house
Where they slowly wait
For morning,
for a baby boy.
He stumbles, learning
He stumbles, all the way into adulthood
It doesn\'t rain
But the clouds;
The clouds are full of rain.
And he loves the rain
And so does she.
Remember--
Little by little the drops build up
To what exactly?
The sea perhaps! Or,
Or maybe just a jar.
It\'s July; It\'s cold;
The pews are wet like stones.