lost he was out in the sea
with mighty jaws beneath his feet
a shelling of rain like bullets silencing his plea
struck deaf and blind by this torrential sheet

his arms dipped and rose as he beat
the inky blackness of the water
and the rising pain of defeat
like the frenzied sickness before the slaughter

lightning overhead burning bright and hotter
than his heart that burns for the stability
of arms ready to fish him from this water
pulling him to the breast of tranquility

a beacon to light his path to passion
to bring color to his face, sullen and ashen