20 February 2013

Rode the wave o'er the crash

And swept into the bracing bay.

Breezes fall on fevered rash,

Soothing tranquil 'long the quay;

Sweat is gone, made to mist,

Kept far from places angels kissed,

Wrapped in strong, unflinching calm,

Lulled to peace with vict'ry psalm.

cursedpensCalm After The Storm • Opuss № I