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