Time's pitter patter tapping the stained glass, unthreading wedded bliss; relentless rain that trickles, snakes a rhythm to unclasp her eyes with a moist kiss. It frames her sin until all prayers are a whisper in the clouds, a longing for the emptiness of light. Tonight she swims the swaying reeds, casting for sleepy lies, a stranger's lips. original This pitter patter tapping stained glass, unthreading wedded bliss; relentless rain that trickles, snakes a rhythm, unclasps her eyes with a moist kiss. It frames her sin until prayers are a whisper in the clouds, a longing for the emptiness of light. Tonight she swims the swaying reeds, casting for sleepy lies, a stranger's lips.