If I had the silver cloth that could line your darkest cloud,
I’d wrap you in it forever more and hold with all my might
No stormy sky or gale force wind or black than blacker cloud
Your heart would hurt, your flesh would wound...But even if it might,
I would blow upon it with all my force down to my very last breath
And up up you’d soar into the sky and fill it with your light;
But alas, I have no cloth to spread or super human breath
So tread carefully, my love, as you go towards the shimmery light