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 disappearred
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 the
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
Falling down

In a pile at me 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