I crave the darkness of your light.
Graceful ferocity stills this disquieted soul.
Your strokes quell fear,
make passion fires roar,
and cause peace to descend
in my mind and body.
Pensive surrender is my gift to you.
Soul and body your instrument,
heart laid wide open.
Captive by choice.
Freed to entrust every corner
of my being.
There is a depth to this mystery of surrender,
deeper than yet known.
My shadows are beginning to yield,
to bend without breaking,
to give without sense of loss,
to obey in spirit without reservation.
I crave the darkness of your light