Between-ith thy love calls the gale wind ripping
tearing pounding upon the shore.
Mist of day becoming night light chilling.
Beyond in rocky horror stands a lone pillar of hope,
beckoning whispers of transuculant light here an gone
an here an gone calm quiet glimmer.
Strength beyond the force braced against vile whipping wind.
Painful slivers cut through sky.
Pushing pulling breaking inflicts darkness
again trough billows of dismal weakness.
Glance the rock breaks way filled with chance.
Gusts in favor to that pleasant call
rolling rushing crashing down relief in last exhale.
Hold fast till heard from all 'port at last'