One fresh breath of which stirred my heart to beat
A lengthened strum to seek a rawer feat
And winds which rough against my hungry face
A touch of wilderness is worth the wait

Seasoned eyes which look Into the deep
See shadowed glances of a harbored fear
And words which understand a weakened hope
See into gazes overlaid with stone

Thick the night that muffles aching tears
Partnered with a sister's hurting cares
Shared within the warmth of one small cot
It seems a bit forgotten, does it not

If solace stirs our hopeful hearts to hear
A voice unlike the ones we daily bear
Journey to the room where we may find
A peace which humbles a swollen martyr mind


[Inspired by Chris Bathgate's "Serpentine"]