Standing on a cliff
Watching sea-waves
Breaking upon rocks ?
Lifting, swelling up;
Ocean joining land.
Standing on a cliff
As whale songs rise,
Riding the wind?s back ?
I breathe salty air;
Sea-spirit fills me.
Standing on a cliff
Spreading my wings,
My mind flies free
With a sense of belonging ?
I am home.
Copyright November 1991 Ambyrhawke Shadowsinger
All rights reserved.
