You cover me, like freshly laundered white linen
over varnished rosewood tables;
You cover me, like an abandoned child
protected under the mighty hands of the archangels;
You cover me, like a black veil over the face of
a grieving widow in agony, with the residue of pain
that was left behind silently on her pillows;
You cover me, like shade from the heat of the sun
under the tears of a weeping willow;
You cover me, like the broad wings of the Harpy Eagle
diligently hovering over her young;
You cover me, like the ozone layer over the earth,
protecting her from the sun;
You cover me, like a newborn
under the doting eyes of his mother’s embrace;
You cover me, every time you wipe away my tears
and gently kiss my face.
