Alone beneath the storm-blow sky
I stand here on this lonely shore,
And bid the sea bear me away,
Everything I was is gone,
There is no cause for me to stay.
I searched in vain for the road,
That would lead to Heaven's light,
But Fate the trickster played his game,
Hiding salvation from my sight.
And so I drift upon the tide,
Alone beneath the storm-blown sky,
While the abyss calls out to me,
A deep and lightless lullaby.
The words roll on and sooth my soul,
My surrender comes unbidden,
Thus embraced by these black waves,
By the realm of light I'm shriven.
by Dave Cheslin
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