you are the breath when i've been gasping
and the cool breeze when i've been sweating
and the gently swaying hammock when i've been sleeping
and the spring shower when i've been parched
and the solid rock when i've been drowning

i have forsaken all other shelter
and foretold our dying words
and dreamed of blue skies and the wind in our hair
and i saw the horizon fade
in a red and orange sunset
through curls of gold