Monday, 7 January 2013

In the arms of the Loch

in the arms of the Loch I lay bare
empty, cold, struggling for air
drowning in the reality of fate
pressure becoming all too great
entangled by the weeds of doubt
wondering what love is all about
reaching towards the light
grip of the past still too tight
currents of time sweeping me away
hoping for courage to change one day

without warning the clouds do part
your smile shines like a work of art
rays of warmth filter through
this frigid Loch I've grown used to
your hand reaches out for mine
I grab hold and the stars align
your strength pulls me free
craddled in your arms forever I'll be
you have my heart, my body, my soul
with you I feel loved, impassioned and whole

(c) SA MacNeil