Pale September
Pale SeptemberI wore the timeLike a dress that yearThe autumn daysSwung soft around meLike cotton on my skinBut as the embersOf the summerLost their breathAnd disappearredMy heart went cold andOnly hollow rhythmsResounded from withinBut then he roseBrilliant as the moon in fullAnd sank in theBurrows of my keepAnd all my armourFalling downIn a pile at my feetAnd my winter givingWay to warmAs I'm singing him to sleep
He goes along justAs a water lilyGentle on the surfaceOf his thoughtsHis body floatsUnweighed down byPassion or intensityYet unaware of theDepth upon which he coastsAnd he finds a home in meFor what misfortune sowsHe knows my touch will reap
And all my armourFalling downIn a pile at me feetAnd my winter givingWay to warmAs I'm singing him to sleepAll my armourFalling downIn a pile at my feetAnd my winter givingWay to warmAs I'm singing him to sleep