Rain I hear. Behind soft music.

Tinkling, the bells in front of the storm.

Methought I glimpsed heaven.

Once, when I were small…

But seeing my future?

I gave it up all.

 

Crying, methinks the source of rain

(your eyes)

The music. The softness. The glimmer.

 

Methought I glimpsed heaven.

Once. When I were small…

When seeing my past?

I gave it up all.