Words: dylan thomas
The sky is torn across
This ragged anniversary of two
Who moved for three years in tune
Down the long walks of their vows
Now their love lies a loss
And love and his patients roar on a chain;
From every true or crater
Carrying cloud death strikes their house
Too late in the wrong rain
They come together whom their love parted:
The windows pour into their heart
And the doors burn in their brain