Tender years you took me for granted,
Still I'd aim to wander through your life,
You were sleeping soundly in your bed,
Your drapes were silver wings, where shadows met,
I drew the poison from the summer sting,
Blew the fire out of your fevered skin,
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing,
If you let me, I will move over you,
Danced in sunlight strands of lovers hair,
I hold the final words before your glare,
Pitied you and plied your sails with air,
A blessing when you rose upon my breath.
And after all of this I amazed,
That I am cursed far more than I am praised.
And after all of this I amazed,
That I am cursed far more than I am praised.