Miracles come out screaming, screaming, screaming,
Oceans in which all in earshot drown.
To love is to uncomplicate the meaning,
Having heard the song beneath the sound.
Each livid angel recent ripped from heaven,
Raging at the tyranny of need,
‘Twixt ecstasy and terror seeks reunion,
Still homeward yearning, though but lately freed.
Destined to yearn ever, eventually
Astonished less and less, the child concedes,
Yielding to the mother’s silent plea.