Threes again.
My tide is running high:
should I leap, the waves will
part their ranks to catch me.
In pink-tinged dusk, the sky,
full of starlings roosting,
calls me back home to sleep.
Should I wait for the wind,
will my dreams wait with me,
your smile be still for me?
Sun, moon rise, birds flutter,
the eternal wheel turns.
Is there peace in stillness?
I cannot hear your voice
above the ocean’s roar,
see your face through the spray.
Poised on the brink, I hear
winds of time blow, waves break:
my tide is on the turn.
I like the last stanza especially, and the artwork is perfect (and beautiful). (K)
Thank you! I love the way the cliffs seem to ripple like the water.
Yes, wonderful motion throughout.
Epic again! bravo!! Looks like Irish cliffs to me!
I thought it was the cliffs of Moher to begin with, then I thought, it’s not raining…
My thoughts exactly! Although I do have one picture of those cliffs in sunlight! Maybe it was superimposed!!!
When my eldest was there a couple of years back they had sun (almost) all day. It does happen 🙂