San Rafael In Love

He was a cloud and she was the rain

Counting the sheep on a wheat covered plain

Taunting the tradewinds to make them conspire

Lifting the artists and arguments higher

He was a songbird and she was the perch

Blessing the people returning from church

Bearing the gifts they would both set aside

Burrowing down to the holes in the ground where

They’d chosen to hide

But I hear the sounds of the bells and they ring

With their own separate tones

In the middle of all the pain is when people

Evolve and change

And they'll assert they've been around the block

From a broken relationship

To one in which all the plates have been shifted

In one tectonic slip the bride and groom

Are vis-a-vis inside a crowded room

And she was the farmer and he was the land

Planting the seeds and promoting the hands

Harvesting bounties from near and from far

Preserving as much as they can in the cans and

The masonry jars

But I hear the sounds of the bells and for whom

The bells toll are pronounced

Wife and husband indubitably

Unceremoniously they let the ceremony breathe

And sway

Aboard a hand-built ark they two-by-two embark

No cruise director for the bride and groom

On their maiden voyage to their private room

They San Rafael in love

I hear the bells above

They San Rafael in love

I fear for beelzebub