However Worn - Maria McKee

This infirmity of seeing far too much

Has caused in me such an affinity

I fear that I have crossed a line of trust

And who am I that you should trust me

In any way you do not know me

And this inordinance of care

Bears witness to the ways you have disarmed me

It would appear you are enveloped

By a coterie of women

Strong and protective

Noble, caring and committed

It makes me feel that I can somehow

Maybe trust you to the fates

And they will be there to keep you fed and rested

Stable, loved and safe

And please believe me when I tell you

This I want for you and nothing more

I would release my weary soul out to protect you

Blanket upon you, however worn

I will be your brother I will cover you

And keep you out of sight

Of grasping hands

Of grasping hands

Including mine

Including mine

And I have tried to get a sense

Of how distinctly complicated you are

As I gather bits of light and prose and shadow from afar

And I see so much of myself in you

That now I cannot help but to assimilate impressions

As I tend this vivid phantom

And please believe me when I tell you

This I want for you and nothing more

I would release my weary soul out to protect you

Blanket upon you, however worn

I will be your brother I will cover you

And keep you out of sight

Of grasping hands

Of grasping hands

Including mine

Including mine

And as I close you in between the pages

Of this most peculiar passage

Know that all of my age and wisdom

Held the challenge of this reverie

And, oh, how it has so

Bewilderingly changed me

And it will remain forever

Such a poignant part of me

And please believe me when I tell you

This I want for you and nothing more

I would release my weary soul out to protect you

Blanket upon you, however worn

I will be your brother I will cover you

And keep you out of sight

Of grasping hands

Of grasping hands

Including mine

Including mine