Above the weathered mountains steep,
I gaze over into a furious sea stare into
a blood-red sunset wondering when you
will return to me.
The passing breeze is like the breath of
love, it awakes my heart, I have held
this ground from the moment you did
At the sinking of each day, I feel that
familiar restlessness, then wrap myself
in tears, it is the cruel sea that I fear.
My memory clings to that moment when
I could no longer see the sails of your
boat, I cannot sleep, I cannot breathe,
my heart rises to my throat.
Sorrow, restless, I prostrate, I pray
only the angels know what I feel
when you are away.
In the still of the night, by the pale
moon’s chilling light, I wait, listening
for the north winds to blow, it is there
to the cliffs of my unhappiness that I
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