where the river cross

crosses the lake

where the words

jump off my pen

and into your pages

do you think

just like that

you can divide

this you as yours

me as mine to

before we were us

if the rain has to separate

from itself

does it say ~pick out your cloud
~

pick out your cloud

if there is

a horizontal line

that runs from the map

off your body

straight through the land

shooting up

right through my heart

will this horizontal line

when asked

know how to find

where you end

where i begin

~pick out your cloud~

how light can play

and form a ring of rain

that can change bows into arrows

(i found a thrill)

who we were isn''t lost

before we were us

indigo in his own

blue always knew this

if the rain

has to separate

from itself

does it say pick out your cloud





[Thanks to jayuli@inter-linc.net for these lyrics]