Even as the bough breaks
from the sheer weight of song
so does my heart break with love,
so will my rivers flow
to kiss the sea’s warm eternal breast,
so will my islands poise their hills
against the sun.
My heart is proud
of the faith that keeps the pace
of these dreams and prouder yet my rivers
of the faith that keeps that pace
of tides and moons, and prouder
still my islands of their hills.