Upon a cliff

Across the sea

But present sights fit for but waves to see


Winds coursing paths

Of sleepless travel

And rocks wage wars of eroded battle

What grass does blow

Free the scope of man

Untouched by footprints, enwrapped in sand


Adorn the crest

Locks of silk let loose

Yet like the rocks

To know abuse.


The purest truth

The harshest lie

Free of cloth that binds the soul

As life, the sea does take it it’s lull


Step upon the granite sky

Snap the binds that mount us to the ground

And take the bound.

Air in scope the warmest chilled embrace

To chase the ground, to kiss it’s face.

And Fall.


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