the lady is a mess.

From childhood's hour, I claim dusk Moonlight beaming down, a proud mother Will scenic salvation be my first invitation? Is it my plight to reject the light, sole comfort in the night?

"You're fine!" "You're fine!" she cries Frantically flailing her arms as if to catch my attention and even as I notice this, I shan't return to fear to the unknown to the stranger, dawn.

My heart - chaos My mind - caves & chasms My sense of self - soul shelled the vessel I offer to you as collateral.

"I'm here!" "I'm here!" she offers As if she's warm enough inside As if amid the storm you'd come to shore