his gaze sagely dimmed
non like the storm or sombre
holds my hell and hymn
lost like the hapless roamer
with a breath of savage air
like sprays and whips on coast
supress my hysteric flare
like surging sea up close
adverse may be the storm and coast
but hostile is his heartfull prose
still, on long wait he leans and tell
"Hold my heart wherein you dwell"
He puts me in his luggage.
