"Why, why?" she replied
"this planet is dead and infested, overrun!"
as she grimaced and frowned and turned away her head.

"Because I’ve seen brightness and beauty
and jewels green, black, white, and bright red!"

"And I’ve seen dreams broken, hearts torn
eyes turned black and angels fall dead

"My dreams have been torn and my heart broken
and I’ve seen perfect mists turned into cracked crystals, true;

"Then why, under the sun, do you turn to run
under the sun, though the sky here is blue?"

"Because ethereal dreams repair like waters drawn apart
and I know for what is promised me my heart is made new.