With Her I Came

I die in the bright night at all the wrong times And the vibrating around the ribs I came with her to her soft silken rainy Sadly she said unto me Do in to me and if you should tilt me Take me over on to the edge if you must dropp me then please may I ask you Wash it off out of my hair And the disappointment which makes getting wet however, I do not worry about leaving Because the wood where the leaf like the sky are so many is peace When the rain bends under the large branch, and rather than being silent and be kindhearted if ever it is now be I die