(J. McCarthy)

I skimmed across Blackwater,
Without once submerging,
Unto the banks of an urban morning,
That hungers the first light much, much more,
Than the mountains ever do.

And she like the ghost beside me,
Goes down with the ease of a dolphin,
And emerges, unlearned, unchanged, unharmed,
And she is the perfect creature,
Natural in every feature,
And I am the geek with the alchemist's stone.

For all of you who must discover,
For all you seek to understand,
For having left the path of others,
You find a very special hand.

And it is a holy thing,
And it is a precious time,
And it is the only way,
Forget-me-nots among the snow,
It's always been and so it goes,
To ponder His death and His life eternally,

One bright blue rose outlives all those,
Two thousand years or so it goes,
To ponder His death and His life eternally