In the eye of the storm
I have seen myself castoff
and castaway well weathered
into distant calm waters
washed upon warm shores
I find protection
In the eye of the storm
I am sheltered and at peace
yet from overhead I hear the voice
and the waves carry whispers of her fury
great walls of love keep me secret
safe from the swathes that surround me
In the eye of the storm
I know that from everywhere
she is coming, her stare has stolen me
and her love betrays me
keeps me safe by shrouding me with
great wastes of love
milked from wrath and jealousy
yet I remain a grateful grinning guard
of this storm's heart
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