Moments - Red House Painters

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