Moments

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