The Hollow

I am the hope inside That feeds on tide and wind As ocean shores abide A storm's subsiding din I am the joy that died Before the world took wing Where cold and dark things hide Beneath a cheerful grin I am the vacant eye The black and gaping stare The vain and cunning lie That only truth can bear Where raging hearts surrender I drop anchor there As dying embers stir And faith invokes despair Written by © Raven Drake