Looking north, I see the severed path of storm.
The leaves and rustling forms,
behest and deprave me, all the more.
As I seek your shining eyes,
and they reach and deceive me.
I trust in thee, O'Elohim.
Deliver me from the rapacity
of seeking thy meandering way.
I am a sojourner,
in a lovely dame's stay.
So please, deprive me of your touch!
Reach me no more!
As you lie and spite my heart!
As you breach and undermine,
the very path I lay to embark.
This must be the unrequited,
the malady of your beauty.
That tinge of impotence,
shone away once you become weak.
Leave me warm no longer.
You disarm and reprimand my very hands.
Take them, they are yours!
As the waves crash their rest.
Your lies leave me riddled,
Broken at the very best.