As I Lay Awake And Aching. Poem by David Grant Sinclair

as i lay awake and aching
sing a song for my melancholy loves
for honest, open, agonies and breaking
held softly on your cradling hands
held softly on your cradling hands

the night cold creeps slow to chill
caring not to know the names it takes
i lay awake and aching still
held warmly by your cradling hands
held warmly by your cradling hands

meet my eyes my dear and remember
see the distance that is love and death
awake and aching so I surrender
held tightly in your cradling hands
held tightly in your cradling hands