This, the covenant
That arrived on the lightning
Of yesternight’s storm

This, the covenant
That arrived on the lightning
Of yesternight’s storm

Each a prism, we are
The bless’d wanting more
Who am I if II know the something borrowed
Lace of the finest quality
Painstakingly tethered, stitch by stitch, to hopes and holy, holy covenants
The Queen and her heartless Jack
As jesters, and, despite the diamond, danced that old medieval dance, anew each day
I know the something blue