When I see you shrunken,
Wrapped up in invisible storms,
With your body so tight and trembling,
Silenced by personal, terrible forms,
I wish that I could show you,
That I really can relate,
But your demons are so distant.
So I’ll show how long I can wait…
Wait by your mouth, poised to pounce,
On the whisper of any fleeting whim,
I’ll bust into action, make it happen,
And get back to waiting again.
Until a flake of armour falls,
From your nest of coiled limbs,
I’ll work a shelter of silence around you,
Where you can rebuild your faith again.