My Love

One of my older poems, a darker theme than I would normally use.

Battered, alone, and cold;

Hopeless in the winter's rain.

Nothing in my possession,

nothing in my heart.

Across the sea, a light.

I swam for days, weeks, years.

I looked out and saw a light in the sky.

Your hands, cupped, palms forward.

Slowly slithering I found you.

You smiled upon me, and gave me hope.

You're light purified me, and made me whole.

Days, weeks, years. 

All a blur with you.

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