I gave you two words, simple like
lightning bugs chasing the storm,
And I told you the story of my eyes
as they chased their dancing lights
down a windingsnake of highway, never seeing the rain
over the plateau or the tree in the fork
of the road until I collided,
ass over teakettle with you.
Hold those words as gold,
as dew on a parched cactus, for
they are all I truly have to offer this world.