“Hold You as You Cry”

I find my self in disarray.
You are as flowery as May.
Now, seeing you in so much pain,
My tongue—it twists, but how I pray.

With empires great and rain so wild,
How could my riverbed have dried?
With so much grace, my wonder, eighth,
How could dark be all that remains?

Oh, when you pour out rays of light,
You are my sunshine, warm and bright.
To hear your weeping and soft sighs
Is to undress the ache inside.

I’m not afraid of losing sleep;
The key to peace the mind won’t keep.
My body lies about its needs;
My heart—it heaves with you to be.

Somehow your stardust tears, indeed,
Have washed away all misery.
And though I dread a troubled dream,
You tear them all, soft at the seams.

Don’t want to do anything else.
Don’t want to waste without you, babe.
No apple red shall lose its hue;
My every fiber built to hold you.

Hold you sitting,
Hold you standing,
Hold you trembling and enthralling.

Hold you near,
Hold you forever,
Tethered to your nest and feather,

All tangled with heather.

Dew drops of gold will evaporate.
Wide eyes will gaze up high.
Let me kiss your open sores.
I’ll strip my back,
Paint it black and blue for you.
I’ll touch it and let it fall,
Stare at its very core.

I’ll be your invisible armor.
I’ll be your indefinite weakness.
I’ll be your steady throne of cloud and soil.

Please, let me do that, darling mine,
To hold you as you cry.