More than a shoulder to cry, a hand to hold.
What thou hast bestowed is simply beyond,
that words could tell n’ silence would fold.
Night falls like feathers of a withering crow.
Till I am steady and out of the blue,
embrace my shivering body and let this passion grow.
I cannot hold my breath, my heart pounds.
In the darkest depths of ocean, I hear
sweet vows and the whispering sounds.