I stood before the cliff’s edge, staring down
And watching waves do violence on the stone
Up there I asked what song the cliff had sung
To so infuriate the salted sea

Amazed am I that with but pen and pad
I can create a place that’s never been
And visit its wide wonders in my head
As if I knew it like a childhood friend

The fireplace crackles ‘gainst the new spring chill
And hot smoke billows up into the clouds
Betwixt the cold and heat I say a prayer
For fickle sun to burst the cloudy grey

There is a silence hiding in the roar
A peace to find amidst the world’s chaos
A knowing that uncertainty e’er reigns
And order’s but a stone that will be dust