Moments
Gently in these ragged folds
Curled up and warm like Easter s child
A breath so faint, angelic weight
I can t deny that I drift sometimes
Even in these loving moments
To summery fields I call my own
Where I can lie and in them feel
At one with my death with limbs outstretched
I can t deny that I m weak sometimes
Even in my strongest moments
And the way you cry at me
I don t know why you stay