the last time i saw adrianne

oh the last time i saw adrianne, she sang about the seasons, and what i can't seem to do, she can, the eternal's moving in her hands, and i knew her singing signaled spring, and whirring my heart pounds, for all the want and doubt are now upon me, and i hear it in the sounds, of all the rain and all the baseball games, that it rains out, in the garden by the blooming trees, ants swarm the peonies, and i took a look at lolo's knees, as she sneezed up at the sun, and i thought her sneezing signaled - something, i don't know, for all the want and doubt are not behind me, though i blamed it on the snow, is it all the sweetness of the bacchanals that i'll never know?, and i look outside, at the storm forming o'er the lake, i could not hide, even in this wallpaper shirt, is it all the sweetness?, is it all the sweetness?, and whirring my heart pounds