You Lay Me Down

The winter of emotions

sometimes steals into my head

It's the tundra of the shutdown

It's the burying the dead

And I'd like to make my springtime

but I have no read recourse

but to wait on some long loving

from some deep and pure source

You lay me down

You whisper somehow

I can hear it when I'm very still

You don't ever touch me or chase away the chill

but one day soon, you will

The art of all my problems

is in how they're resolved

I try until I'm hopeless

and then a hand so soft

is brushing back my hair

from its clinging to my face

from crying God I live in

such a weak and desperate place