Tranquil, if only for a bit
The cliffs edge is ne're far off,
in a still a still small whisper...
Beckoning, your soul,
latching onto thine deepest desires.
wondering as you are through this sequestered peak,
your curiosity gives way---
nearing the end.
naught another soul is 'round.
full moon glistening in the sky-
wind piercing each strand of your fallen locks...
the rustle of the weeping willow-
singing praises unto the creator of all.
arms wide open...
There, at the clefts edge- in those bittersweet moments,
Just a lovely bliss.
Bask in it's splendor- for the moon shall set, the sun will rise, the wind'll cease to blow, and it'll be time to go.