I walk where the cliffs meet the restless sea,
Where winds sing softly they run through me.
The ocean below in a silver-blue roar,
Tells ancient stories forevermore.
White foam dances on jagged stone,
Yet up where I stand, I am not alone.
The sky leans low in a pastel hue,
As waves keep calling, wild and true.
Each step I take on the weathered ground,
Is a heartbeat matched to the ocean’s sound.
Salt in the air, freedom in sight,
The world feels endless in fading light.
And there I linger, calm and free,
Between the sky and the rolling sea.