Grieve

Spread your arms apart,
my angel fallen from grace.
Blown away by the ruthless winds,
Grieve. For what it's worth.

Wrap me in your arms,
my bright shining star.
So high above, so far away,
You are my perfect dream.

Let me lose myself in you,
my enigmatic mist.
Guided by a lonely light in the distance,
fearful, yet sweet. . .

Show me no mercy,
my devastating sea-storm
Because, for all that it's worth,
I'm still alive.