So amazed! a lily clings to the shear,
Looking out over horse tailed surf, slide the cliff!
Driven by the wind, the light drizzle.
Watching the clouds race by, a young woman’s face.
Her weary eyes, droplets sooth as rivulet of tears,
In reddened eyes, find their source!
… A lonely place, this always was.
A place when a young woman could care;
By the wilderness of nature, to sit surrounded-
To dream of future lies beyond the horizon,
Of what might have been to dream!!…
… She left instinctively that absent friend-
A place where she felt wasn’t really gone!
Soaring with clouds, forever spirits.
Surf and bejeweled an intrinsic part of wind;
Dewdrops on the harsh spines of the Mar-ram grass!! …