she become music 
on top of the mountains 
she’s protecting the sea 
she’s slow dancing 
to stormy monday 

she’s got a cigarette 
and a canal in her hand 
she’s got a headphone IV 
a willow in her hand 
a dove in the tree 

clouds painting themselves 
on the water 
she says honey 
you can read me oracles 
all day from the wings