The Cliffs of Moher

The rocks were black,

The water grey,

When last I saw

The Galway Bay,

Beneath

The Cliffs of Moher.

The day was dark,

The wind was strong.

The waves crashed

Ever on and on,

Driving themselves

To broken shards

Against

The Cliffs of Moher.

Her hair was black,

Her eyes were grey,

When last I saw

Her lovely face

High above -

Then far below -

The Cliffs of Moher.

Her sadness there

She could not bear.

Her broken heart,

Her tortured soul,

Sought solace

In the deep below

The Cliffs of Moher.

She spread her wings

To soar away,

To free herself

From her deep pain.

She flew so high,

Then fell so low,

To kiss the rock,

So far below

The Cliffs of Moher.

I could not stop her

That dark day.

I reached for her hand,

But she pulled away.

Out of my reach,

Torn from my soul;

All I could do

Was watch her go

To perish

Beneath

The Cliffs of Moher.

It’s been a year

Since I lost my dear,

Her sweet life claimed

In the long broken chain

Of hopeless souls

Who desperately go

To leap

From the Cliffs of Moher.

The rocks are black,

The water grey.

I hear the waves

Call out my name.

Or is it she

Who calls to me?

“I’m coming, dear,

I’ll meet you there.”

I dream that we

Together will be….

And I dive

From the Cliffs of Moher.