Whispers at the Cliffs
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
The last day of the year
I stood alone
at the Cliffs of Moher
where the wind had grown
It howled like a beast
fierce and untamed
and I thought of you
as I played the game
The ocean roared below
a deadly kiss
the wind’s fingers
pulling me into the abyss
But I held on tight
like love’s cruel fight
feeling the rain
heavy as the night
It fell like tears
not of sorrow
but joy
each drop a memory
a fleeting ploy
I thought of your smile
of your laugh so wild
of the way you’d speak
with a heart unstyled
In a fisherman’s village
with the sea at my back
I ate the best fish and chips
no looking back
Salt on my lips
the taste of the sea
but it was your absence
that haunted me
The waves crashed loud
the wind screamed its tale
but you were far
beyond the veil
Yet in that moment
under the cold
dark sky
I felt you near
though I couldn’t deny
The emotions tangled
like ropes in the storm
a punk heart beating
so ragged
so worn
But I’ll keep this night
where the rain ran free
the memory of you
and the wild
salty sea