CLIFF

I STAND WITH THE SHIMMERING
SKY ABOVE AND THE VALLEY
BELOW MY FEET
WITH THE ECHOING SOUNDS OF
THE RIVER AS IT ROARS BY
AND ALL ENDS MEET
WITH WAVS GENTLEY SPLASHING
UPON THE ROCKS ......I HOLD MY
HEAD DOWN AND THINK
MEMORIES OF WHAT WAS
TO BE SINK.......
AS THE WIND BLOWS ACROSS
MY FACE.... THE WARMTH OF YOU
LINGERS IN THAT PLACE
AND THE HOLD YOU HAVE UPON
MY HEART
ARE STRONGER THEN THESE
THOUGHTS I CART