I'll see where life crawls Back to the womb, Back to the safety of that hollow tomb, Back to the walls, the sheltering ones That mask themselves by the world's gloom, Showing faces that do not wince, Nor eyes that do not blink. There are portraits, hanging thus Upon where safety is certain. There is dust in my hands, Weariness in my bones, Love that rests atop my heart, While I hear no sounds of the Earth, Save for your cries, in the night. You are but the infant In Mother Earth, You will be given new birth, Without hurt, For you will not mind what comes From my touch, From my arms, After your search To find new light During your desperate plight. I unravel veins, like ropes for you to carry Back to a grave, Back to an old self, That hung itself, by a long piece of shade, As in these waters, I wade. Like in those waters, I see all things regrown Into something better than the tears, Better than the cries, For you are in comfort.