The tempest fades within your azure gaze,
And silence weeps where angry words were sown;
I stand before you, lost in sorrow’s haze,
To claim the fault strictly as my own.
I seek no triumph in a hollow fight,
Nor armor for a heart laid bare and cold;
For without thee, endless is the night,
And grey the world that once was bright with gold.
Behold how calm returns upon the deep,
As gentle winds disperse the storm above;
Let not thy heart in bitter shadows sleep,
But wake once more to pardon and to love.
Accept this olive branch with grace divine,
And let the rain of tears no longer fall;
Place once again thy trembling hand in mine,
For thou art my repose, my life, my all.


