| 0 | the lurid flash from dark clouds, an eruption of the livid grey of fear |
| 0 | filled with a formless dread, send the hearers weeping |
| 0 | in a powdery haze of sunlight and crumbling waves |
| 0 | there will come soft rains |
| 0 | but this was only to keep her tears |
| 0 | like the jewels that gleam in |
| 0 | beautiful blue skies and golden sunshine |
| 1 | waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips |
| 1 | to migrate to a plane of eternal thoughts |
| 0 | beneath the tides of your dreams |
| 0 | the eyes lift after (bonus) |