Center torn and ravaged by the storm that blew you in,
I stare into the void that hides behind your eyes of sin.
A distant flash of mercy serves to emphasize the dark,
then flickers, fades and dies without a sole redeeming spark.
Poised upon the razors edge of drowning in your seas,
to break the thrall of that dark call I fall onto my knees.
I bow my head and close my eyes and hear my heart beat faster,
as if it knows, and feels you near, the presence of its master.
And now a hand, so cool and soft, to smooth my fevered brow,
then glide along my cheek and pause…a throaty whisper, “Now…”
I cannot tell from whom the voice, but know that I am lost,
my life is Yours forever more…my soul the only cost.