Weather Systems

Quiet

quiet down she said

speaking to the back of his head

on the edge of her bed

I can see your blood flow

your cells grow

hold still a while

don't spill the wine

I can see it all from here

I can see

I can see

weather systems of the world

and every time you turn the soil

another cloud begins to boil

some things you say

are not for sale

I would hold that we're

all free agents

of a substance or scale

hold still a while

don't spill the wine

I can see it all from here

I can see

I can see

weather systems of the world