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 rythyms
 resounded from within
But then he rose
 brilliant as the moon is full
And sank in the burrows of my keep

And all my armor
 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 armor
 falling down
 in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way
 to warm as I'm singing him to sleep
And all my armor
 falling down
 in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way
 to warm as I'm singing him to sleep