Silver Wings

From tender years, you took me for granted But still I deigned to wander through your lungs While you were sleeping soundly in your bed Your drapes were silver wings, your shutters flung I drew the poison from the summer's sting And eased the fire out of your fevered skin I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing And if you'd let me, I would move again I've danced 'tween sunlit strands of lover's hair Helped form the final words before your death I've pitied you and plied your sails with air Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath And after all of this, I am amazed That I am cursed far more than I am praised.