Rider on the Stormy Sea - Mary Timony

You’re a rider on the stormy sea

What do you get for curiosity?

I am the girl with the feather heart

That the birds flew down and pecked apart.

The turning of the young mans head

Is a mystery that’s unsolvable

The feelings come, the feelings go,

In a universe that nobody knows.

The saddest soul I ever saw

Was my best friend…

With the eyes of the ancient cat.

I see 44 mysteries in that.

The turning of the young mans head

Is a mystery that’s unsolvable

The color of the robins egg,

And the stars that dawn every day.