Emiliana Torrini
Caterpillar
The hem of her dress spills overWhat covers the seatN'flutters in the breeze like Caterpillars on a leafHair the hue of lions, beaches dried by morning sunsPromise you will write me a poemOf who I am 'for sadness comesOh it comes in slow slow whispersWhen it comes feels like long long wintersShe placed her hand in the sun andWith her shadow smoothed me downTurn your mind down low nowHold me close 'for madness comesOh it comes in slow slow whispersWhen it comes feels like long long wintersLet it come in slow slow whispersLet it come with its long long winters
From Letras Mania