Upon the Cliffside

Upon the cliffside, a lover lay

The breeze begging her hair to play

Her fingers twirling a flower she picked by the bay

Her lips whispering the thoughts she’d pray

 

Off on the horizon, there must be a man

With firm gaze and broad-shouldered stance

She nervously asked God to lay a selfish plan

To shipwreck him there, or at least guide his glance

 

Each wind blew out to sea that day

She shook her fists at the sky’s span

And stood, looking at the sunset in a trance

A tear dried to her cheek with one final scan

Of the distant place the waves went to stay

 

Yet she smiled as she rested her wearied head

Stars dotting and dazzling the darkening expanse

For every day her attention was not elsewhere led

The universe would make its loving advance

 

Photo by DesignCue on Unsplash

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