I want to rest my head
in your hands: Lord
of smouldering shadow,
I want to rest my heart;
I want to cry my eyes out;
depart weeping, Lord.

Love, I'm weak, puny,
thwarted, tired of loving:
strike me with a blast of air,
heart, throw me away.

On the breeze, at dawn,
when the sun begins to wake,
shed me like a tear,
cry me as I cry.