The waters are dark
Where we are headed.
It's too dark,
To show our spark.

So stop worrying
About the love.
Here we have
Our secret cove.

Where there is no safety
Hold on to me bravely.
Where we are headed towards,
No journey can commence backwards.

I am Home now.
Tear my soul and wear
All your desires out.
My body is but yours,
To flout.

When treacherous storms
Rage against the night,
I am silently reminded,
Of your terrifying might.

There is no protection.
We are all somewhat deaf.
From finding ourselves,
In the oceans of the self.