Sweet Surrender

I am the frailest fall--
My heart freely given.
And I am alone.

The sun seeks the crowd:
La Luna in a sea of faces.
And the voice that I hear
Is telling me to hold on:
“It may be sweet to surrender,
But some things are far too dear.”

I do not know if it is care I feel;
If anything is worth feeling anymore.
My heart is abandoned.

But something tells me there is hope,
And I will wait for you until the sea is dry,
Until the desert sands are glass.
When no rays meet me, I see light in you.
Although you say you do not believe,
Please believe that I believe in you.

© 2020 Marten Hoyle