Almost Faith

I stand fearless before failure,
crowned in the safety of nature's eye.
But although I have so much to tell her,
so much to bleed, vomit, cry,
I am yet paused by her deep quiet.
Senses flex, awaken, feel strongly,
imprinting upon the intricacies of the night.
Heart strings grow taunt with life, energy,
harnessed into action, fueled by moonlight,
pumping bright prisms into my shaking hands.
Asking me, begging me
to find peace in her arms.