Moments gently in these ragged fold
curled up and warm like easter's chil
a breath so faint, angelic weigh
i can't den
that i drift sometime
even in these loving moment
to summery fields i call my ow
where i can lie and in them fee
at one with my deat
with limbs outstretche
i can't den
that i'm weak sometime
even in my strongest moment
and the way you cry at m
i don't know wh
you stay