Stirring at water's edge, 
Cold froth on my twig, 
My mind in whirls 
Wanders around desire. 
No one imagines the light shock 
I need, And 
I'll never know 
From who's hands, deeply humble, 
Dangerous gifts as such to mine come. 
May I, should 
I, or have 
I too often? 
Craving miracles… 
May I, can 
I, or have 
I too often? 
Craving miracles… 
Craving miracles.. 
My romantic gene is dominant 
And it hungers for union, 
Universal intimacy, 
All embracing. 
May I, should 
I or have 
I too often 
Craved miracles? 
May I, can 
I or have 
I too often 
Craved miracles? 
Crave… Waves irregularly striking, 
Wind stern in my face. 
Thunderstorm, come, 
Scrape those barnacles of me! 
May I, may 
I or should 
I too often 
Crave miracles? 
May I or should 
I or have 
I too often 
All my body parts are one 
As lightning hits my spine, 
Sparkling 
Prime runs through me, 
Revive my wish 
Inviolable. 
May I, can 
I, or have 
I too often? 
Craving miracles… 
May I, can 
I, should 
I, or have 
I too often? 
Craving miracles…