My eyes are still trained on the sky 
Looking for word of you 
That is your manner of travel 
So there's nothing else to do 
You race along over fields and plains 
And I wait here on the ground 
Then you come to me in a moment 
In the absence of sound 
And I hardly know you 
But I've never seen 
A brilliancy beauty 
Like you in a dream 
And all of the untoward comes to knock at my door
And the hardship of loss and of grief 
But still in all this quiet noise 
You are beyond belief