rewrite of nastya's poem for bjork

Ashes and dust 

Drowned in the deeps

They'll make a pearl 

Spun into song 

The prick of an Angel 

kicks your heart

With the vibration

Of her harp 

o this string 

gives birth to waves

While I'm looking

In your face

for the way 

of imperfection 

which dissolves 

the grains of time

We can't make them

Resolve our pain

The more we forsake them 

The more they rain.