These Wave
Are for me
A Tempest.
I shall perish, lost in an abysmal sea.
Yet,
For You,
Like that night in Galilee,
They are a lulling hush,
A Cradle of Respite, Relief
From the labors of arduous love.
Exhaust me, impel me
That I, too,
in this sea,
Might sleep.
— Neville Ann Kelly