16 – The Temple

Upon this altar
I lay at peace
Warm and soft
I dream
I fall
A hand strokes my brow
Calling me back
To arms

My eyes pop
It’s okay
She says
Her hand on my heart
Her voice in my head
I can rest
I can dream
I can fall

Without fear
I dive deep
For she is my anchor
And I am her keep
I can drift
Without loss
Brave
The darkest seas

The void
Reaches out
Reaches in
Cleansing the soul
Absolving the sins
I know
My war
Has come to an end