I have been deluged by the ceaseless stormwaters
stripped of all strength, raped of any sense of value
and then you enter from the rain, heralded by the thunderclaps
and you stand before me as a beacon, and perhaps my refuge
Please take me in to your shelter, allow my senses to crystalize
rebuild to some new form, a resemblance of someone recognizable
for I am weary of the cold reality pummelling the pavement
and would rather embrace, close my eyes and cry into your damp hair
– Chris George
