In from the mist of our material plain Out far in the East lay a trail by the sea Dotted with wells and the sounds of quails Crusted jets of shined Earthen fits Rubbed down from its shear as a mountain Played out by the watery, rusted brass section
The Cliffs rise and fall on the water And the Cliffs sit and wait on the water
Slowly lowing pours of passes, Brooks and weathered ravines showing Tracing inwards, out to pasture Winds the coastline to these towers Birds of Dover hover, soundless Mixing air gusts line the pipers
Where Cliffs rise and fall on the water And the Cliffs right down to the bottom
So may a beetle missing wing Come eventually reach the sea Gull by way or ever scaling Geologic clock come sailing Scoring drums the cheer of tides Into when years are fossilized
As Cliffs rise and fall on the water So Cliffs sit and be on the water
And all that stone bore out of time, styled Dark and plinthed come moored day round Ornate platters, restful gravel, Granite or a painting gathers Art and sky are matched as one, within Centered over sunset blazing on
And the Cliffs rise and fall on the water And the Cliffs soar beauty mined on the shores