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 disappeared 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 he 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 failing down
in a pile at my 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 |
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