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