Oh, forbidding cliff, towering hell of perils,
Your gales are cruel, and stark, and brazen!
Lightning splits a rift by uproarious quarrels,
A rift in the fabric of the continuum of Heaven.
But I am renewed with a fresh sense of morals
And when it comes to this, I need no instruction.
Oft do I ponder the while with my thoughts, so alone,
Beneath the stars, the orbs, the phases of the moon.
But oh! the bedecked landscape of my sweet horizon
Is open, and a new love has come forth to take me
Home.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
Oh, forbidding cliff, towering hell of perils,
Your gales are cruel, and stark, and brazen!
Lightning splits a rift by uproarious quarrels,
A rift in the fabric of the continuum of Heaven.
But I am renewed with a fresh sense of morals
And when it comes to this, I need no instruction.
Oft do I ponder the while with my thoughts, so alone,
Beneath the stars, the orbs, the phases of the moon.
But oh! the bedecked landscape of my sweet horizon
Is open, and a new love has come forth to take me
Home.
The first part of this is about my old relationship being stormy and frowned upon by the heavens. The other is about new possibilities.
