Along rocky cliffs I watch
Seabirds darting in the wind.
The surf below, cold and foaming,
Roars in solemn protest,
When heaving seas and chilling spray
Must take you away from me.

I watch until your boat,
A white wedge amongst whitecaps
Slips out of view on horizon’s distant edge.

Alone again, I wipe away a tear
And say a prayer that
Guiding winds and following seas
Will once again bring you back to me.

Written while on rocky summit overlooking the ocean on a rare, clear and windy Newfoundland day.  





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