The waves beat heartless against the cliff,
Again and again, they resounded with rain,
Darkening clouds so helpless still overhead,
The ground was so moist with endless dew.

The seagulls like messengers from beyond,
Flying restlessly in circles as they still fly,
No voices breaking the silence surrounding me,
Internal darkening and mystical sounds abound.

Walking longingly towards the cliff and coast,
Staring blindly into space and the far distance,
Wanting something, someone to reclaim this day,
But nothing left and no one will come to speak.

Reaching arms to heaven and beyond the clouds,
Reciting endlessly the prayer we learned as children,
Expecting clouds to part and reveal something new,
But there's no departure or signs of hope gathering.

So, sitting on the wet ground and crossing my arms,
Still staring in space and breathing in lost spirits,
Wondering why I came to this place and time,
Recovering nothing, with nothing there is mine.

The waves still boundless and increasingly pounding,
Well worn the coastline and the sand so slipping away,
I look for any sign or signal to cause me a reason to rise,
But there is only perpetual time and space left for me.