My heart like water
First intersection of whisky
Pentium shout
Have all the Shouting
Flocked to the broad
On the horizon
Endless blue
Damp rolled down morveren's
Breeze --
Still, even closed eyes
Drawing on my soul
As a saint
Made in Jerusalem sky
Oh, of the colour of irregular change
The spirit and the flesh of the symphony
Waves of convulsion
My heart like water