The consumption of your confessions
Makes haste for heavy storms
Shall we not lift these shadows
Which were derived
By the lies of darkness?

Have they not been told enough
That the light which guides the universe
And all that dwell within belong to you?

Does not your hand nor lips
Feed for the touch which you inspire?

What shame to I
For closing my eyes so tight
When under the arms that ease me!

There is no mending
For this bleeding heart...
The depth of my love
A thousand oceans
And I have forever
Been pulled by the tide