He strained to hear and see above the raging torrent and the thundering of his heart.

There, in his midst, in the mist, a shadowy form, mouthing words that bent the storm, broken and spent, they wafted in like welcome rain, drifting in across the plain or a loves embrace after abstain.  

Then hollow like an empty tomb, laughter from an empty room. A phonograph on record warped, that skips a beat, just like your heart.

It carried on through wind and sky and found its way to ear and eye.

"Cast loose the wreck and brave the sea, and swim my LOve, come back to me…"