When I think of you

I’m filled with weakness so strong

I have to hug myself to keep upright.

A wave of loneliness assaults me in no company.

I think of you,

And all the world’s no company.

I’m washed, I’m smashed

by tides of agony and longing.

My self is no tough rock,

No cliff to stand the bashing of relentless seas of wanting you.

Calm these storms, these tempests.

Calm these seas for me

So I can walk upon them to you.

Still the storm

So I can stow my sails and drift towards

Your welcome harbour.

Comfort me.