Standing on the precipice of an abyss
Blues and greens swirl and fade to black
Plummeting depths swallow and compress
In the distance an isolated pillar
Coated against the extremities
Stone faced and granite
Statuesque and alone –
Beneath lies the seething current
Life’s blood flows
Ebbing with the moon
Tidal and subject
Whims the only direction
With eruption as the single verifiable outcome
Only cold winds blow there now –
Aching for lost relations
Scattered family covering the west
Each with deep memories
Recessed and withdrawn
Vast cavernous systems
Delve into the very foundations
Broken dreams of reunion
Erode in the harsh and unforgiving weather –