Two blue bars
Two blue bars
Orthodoxy waits
For the crossing blue stars

Tomorrow is sorry
For the timid night waiting
Timorill hurry
To the bright branches breaking

And orthodoxy waits
For the kind word spoken
To the one who was falling
Through the night branches broken

Two blue bars
Pentacross marches
Three blue stars
Chronochoron arches

The feathered eye opens
Across the seven skies kissing
The blue bird reaches
For the small one she's missing

And not one will fall,
And not one will fall,
And not one will fall,
And not one will fall,
Hardly nothing at all.

And orthodoxy waits
For the two blue stars to cross,
On the hill of Calvary
For something normal.

For lychee glass bottles
And Loch Lomond stickers
For Jamaica rum buried
And paint buckets with rolls of parchment in them
And Loch Lomond stickers

For bead salamanders,
And blue concrete peeling,
And keys beating inside
And rain beating outside,
And blue concrete peeling

And nothing would fade,
And nothing would fade,
And nothing would fade,
And nothing would fade,
Hardly nothing at all.

For Rosary beads in the sky
Seven colored stars
Jerusalem grass bowing
To no Wind but the King
And seven colors in the sky

And orthodoxy waits
For the blue stars to cross
In the heavens, on the hill,
At the foot of the Cross.