It is thunderous
It is dangerous
It is...
...a whisper in the dark, a lover's kiss, a lingering touch
a forgotten wish...
In this place of sadness that is my soul
a step from madness when the bells begin to toll
would you dare to hold on?
In this place of sorrow that is my heart
a leap from tomorrow that tears me apart
would you stop to care?
Faced again with these shadowed ghosts
I shiver and groan
Wishing for those fabled winter coasts
might I stop, to receive, to believe
this deception
My body's aching, my heart is breaking
and I feel so alone
When will my dawn arise
and bless my weary eyes
As the wind blows the storm clouds to their inevitable deaths
the gulls sing, and the waves moan
then silence abounds once more.