Papagallo

you were standing near the water, when the wind ripped through.
 heard your throat open up like a champagne bottle
 i heard the one perfect song pouring out of you,
 there was a darkening sky reflected on the river.
 there was no way of determining where we were
 low hills, colors gone crazy,
 you standing like a ghost with the water behind you.
 it's hard to grab ahold of some things sometimes,
 like you need me to remind you.
 you were standing near the water.
 and i was looking at the water.
 then you went down in the water,
 and the river began to boil.
 there was a minute when i thought i knew what you were about,
 and then you opened up your eyes and the lord came out
 low hills, colors gone crazy,
 you rising from the water like a bird,
 you had a pure song possessing you from shoulder to hip
 and i recognized every single word.