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.