Tempest

My heart draws to him,

But circles 'round them;

Two lovers, drawn in

By a lustful whim.

A tempest heart

Tearing apart

Like a wounded lark's

Song. A broken part.

For I ran away,

To a lusting sway

Of bodies in play.

And my heart is weighed.

But he calls me there,

To innocent love and care.

Where our hearts share,

Even 'cross oceans and air.

Silently, he calls me.

His pacific eyes see

My shame pulling me to sea,

Far from my committed tragedy.

But he calls. I say enough!

No more of this lust.

I'm running back to love.

Though it's tough...

I will run from this no longer.