Chris Bleakney

The Shelter

There are no days or nights without her

The sea crashing to the shore makes no sound

Time itself fails to pass

There is no joy or fear in her absence

She is life that I desire

The heat from the midday sun

The glow of the summer night sky

The storm I will never fail to chase

The flicker of light in my dark

Without eyes I would see her still

I could feel her touch without my skin

Her voice speaks to me, even when she does not

She is the only shelter I seek in the rain

My soul belongs to her