On rugged cliffs, where the sea beats,



He stands in deep contemplation,



A rare sanctuary, from human feet.



Everywhere, the majesty of creation.



Mother nature honours him with,



The most glorious front row seat.



Below a fuzzy peach and orange sky,



The sun glows, its last embers heat.

  

Elephantine rocks stand proud and tall,



It was such a beautiful spot to die,



The dark emerald waters rise and fall,



As he recollects the devastating lie.



His thoughts tumbling like the crashing sea,



He knows that he has to be strong,



When words are whispered ever so gently



“It is here where you belong.”




He looked around for the voices source,



Saw nothing in his sight,



How dare this voice stray him off his course,



Whilst acknowledging the words were right.

  

He stood for just a while longer,



His mind now calming like the sea,



So what if I heard that stupid lie,



It will not be the breaking of me.

  

Because he was made of atoms that formed,



The sky and the rocks and the sea, and



He learned that life was just a beautiful game,



Where he and nature were meant to be.

Harboring suspicions from blinded eyes,



Acid gurgles under sugary lies.



The stranger swaying dementedly to and fro,



On rocking chair thoughts, their mind on show.



How should you react when a dagger is drawn,



Neutral, or reveal a suspicion is born.



Eyeing the ranks of human heads,



Thoughts emerging from crumpled beds.



As you cannot see the source of the shot in the dark,



So you only hear the tune of the singing lark.



Consipiracy theories, click codes on the mouse,



As the snake coils into the empty house.



In an unreal life, nothing recognised,



A stranger lies, looking into a stranger’s eyes.



Steadily repeated stabs of deceptions,



From foundations, of fallacious conceptions.



Locked in a make believe play of doubt,



Interrogate the evidence, turn inside out.



Within delusory ink and pens that bite.



Making sulphuric phrases into tools of spite.



Elvis on the radio confirming your thought,



Suspicion in a tormented trap you are caught.



Eliminate subject and object, unravel the day



Anchor to a certainty and then drift away



For it has always been and will always be so,



A blind thought will return to the house of shadow.

With one press of lips you walked away,



I wanted to beg please stay, please stay.



“Don’t destroy my dreams for I can change”,



But by that time you were out of range.



And the sun dipped its head into the grey,



And the flowers wilted onto their knees to pray,



The river stopped babbling calling for hush,



Crystal snowflakes turned to slush,



The birds ceased their twittering song,



And my heart weeped for you, so long, so long.

And when through tears, I recount you,



The words will spill a waterfall of blue.



For you, Oh my dearest love, for you,



Are now the frothy blossoms on the trees



You, my heart, who brought me to my knees.



You the gentle breezes entering my room,



Around me, surround me, with your perfume.



Your voice whispers from the logs on the fire,



It sings, floats, enters me as a ghostly choir.



Now the clock beats lento, I yearn to see



You again, my all, please beckon to me.



You left me with a precious legacy of love,



I see you twinkling in the diamonds above,



You left me with such an eternity of pain,



Drowning, falling, spinning in the rain.



So for now, I will murmur this refrain



Until we meet again, Angel, until we meet again