Pale september

I wore the time

Like a dress that year

The autumn days

Swung soft around me

Like cotton on my skin

But as the embers

Of the summer

Lost their breath

And disappearred

My heart went cold and

Only hollow rhythms

Resounded from within

But then he rose

Brilliant as the moon in full

And sank in the

Burrows of my keep

And all my armour

Falling down

In a pile at my feet

And my winter giving

Way to warm

As I'm singing him to sleep

He goes along just

As a water lily

Gentle on the surface

Of his thoughts

His body floats

Unweighed down by

Passion or intensity

Yet unaware of the

Depth upon which he coasts

And he finds a home in me

For what misfortune sows

He knows my touch will reap

And all my armour

Falling down

In a pile at me feet

And my winter giving

Way to warm

As I'm singing him to sleep

All my armour

Falling down

In a pile at my feet

And my winter giving

Way to warm

As I'm singing him to sleep