So simply we slip from the sky
So fast can this plane, of friction and flame
Vanquish us into vapour
Not eviscerated, but evapourated
Back to whence we came
Cloud nine runs parallel to the ninth ring of Hell
But for a while we freely fall
Plunging to uncertainty
Beautifully, devastatingly free
In flight we catch nothing but light
Reflecting prismatic iridescence so bright
Plummeting gems tumble from space
A small splash on Earth, without a trace of grace
But there the tale does not end
We pool and we puddle, we gather and grow
We stream between dreams, in rivers we flow
Combined our shimmer shines a thousand fold
We dance in the summer and wait out the cold
Though by design, through turmoil or time
Back to the sky, we all make the climb
But still the tale does not end
We, the diamond sea
We, the crystalline clouds
We, the omnipresent ocean
We, divine and damned and drowned
