As Real as Rainbows - Current 93

So when and where

Were the revolutions?

The deserts now

Are full of the comas of stars

Bone and memory of fallen faces

Killing stars and wine

So when and what

Were the revolutions?

The Saints offered

Heads for haloes

Kissing silver rains

Pulled jaguars

To the edge of constellations

Called all beyond the Call

Breathed lateral blood

Not beast at Winter

With grasshoppers' eyes like almonds

The sound of cicadas just clouds

As real as rainbows

Beauty hovering and hiding

In the scrubby earth

Lies Murder sour

Meanwhile seamless

The flowered face smiles

At last shots of Mass

From erased emperors

At the turn of her tidal face

Beloved by the seas