there perched on the sheer, crashing waves erase
they batter and beat back cascading thought
here I sit long lost in phantoms embrace
wallowing in the fear I wont be sought

left on adventures not to be found here
without the promise of reconvening
that horizon where her ship will appear
I stare for any I could be gleaning

but dawn brings a burning sun on my back
a pain less then turning to the meadows
to look past memories I have no knack
so I'll wait her return shrunk in grottos

in sleep I see the image of her peer
her gaze through the spyglass on the unknown
a gnarled mix of features alien and dear
a future who's path I cant let be sown

I find myself in an abyss of time
my nights bridged by whispers of village folk
they allude a new port to bring new dime
I know will lay across our cliff as cloak

renewed I find myself in sabotage
kicking away foundation, burning structures
progress they will not under my barrage
done discreet to avoid any junctures

and so years continue to grow longer
with further change thwarted vigilantly
my resolve can but grow even stronger
as I guard this cliff belligerently

till when I'm confronted by a brother
come to stop nuisance, he sees not a friend
eyes, pittyless, hold desire to smother
am I one not recognised in the end?

in my grotto I stare my reflection
long dirty nails and unkempt hair, who's he
there disgusted by my self inspection
my thoughts turn onto how she would see me