Oh

The storm man calls reality
Has battered me for time untold;
'Til sadness is normality
And endless is this bitter cold.

A wind that slices through the soul
Eroding heart and granite both.
Relentless sigh doth take its toll
To leave me with an icy sloth.

I start to think it's you
That keeps me here.
Somehow your smile has anchored me
Against the roughest squall.

A veritable siren song
With instrument betwixt your lips;
Such melody for which I long
All other senses to eclipse.

For essence of my spirit caught
And played so enigmatically;
Not knowing it was you I sought
To gift me sweet serenity.