But never fails to find the ache Using rain-bows Firing arrows of light at the heart of the stars Meteors of lost lyres Silly songs of sorrow Crashing to torment tired citizens Forcing artificial highs through lullabies Ceilings of clouds crush carefree colonies Hail-stones the onlookers Blossoming, they are left frozen in the summer, they fall Collapsing into the mouth of Silence The blurred kaleidoscope of my left eye Sees all; it knows You only reign down on parades Nightly precipitation When the sun comes out to play