Tethered
Another night of searching twisted shadows lays before me. Flailing in a sea of white cotton, sailing through squalls, cresting and crashing, the insatiable need to find my harbour driving me on through till morning light, when I shall awake, exhausted and hungry for my love, alone. Night after night, my bow points into the wind, searching for a light, a glimmer, in a desperate agonizing search. I will not stop, I will be steadfast, and I will pull him back from the abyss into which he fades. My heart is tethered to his, and no expanse or demons shall have him.













