I had gathered some flowers To lay upon your face Though you were not gone From the realm of the quick I saw all the rainclouds Being driven on forward By horses long numbered And featureless and free And i wanted to call you a wife Though I couldn't stop glancing at the signs
And the four heads of men And all that they carried And the four wombs of women And all that they promised And I wanted to write for you Songs poems and bibles Your face spotted with pearls And hand-cuffed to Christ But I couldn't stop watching the signs
I had seen the news That the Trojan beast Already and not yet No longer near Nor close at hand Nor at the door Is finally here The great in the small
And I couldn't stop watching the signs in the stars