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she stood atop the high cliff

Scanning the oceans depths to the horizon

Soft amber glows lit her strong fine features

She had that far away look in her treacle eyes

he knew she was not present 

she had gone to be with the spirit of her love 

how his own spirit ached to chase after it, 

to hold her steady so she would not lose sight of the shore 

he almost drifted away with her

but sensed the need for her privacy 

he did not want to find what she hoped she might find 

he felt it would truly destroy him 

he restrained himself from touching her

instead he looked out to he setting sun over her shoulder 

letting the strands of lit golden hair flicker on to his cheek 

as he blessed and thanked creation

for bestowing on him such simple glory

a wilderness of gratitude for each faint stroke

his whole being came alive

a grand mercy in a pinprick of revelation

divinely connected

as if her body knew that a love lost

was held steady across the arcs of time by another love 

as she stood there motionless,

reverent Silence between them

the queen of his faith had restored in him,

what he had long hoped restore in her 

He thought recklessly

‘We held time there,

locked in an expedition,

each of our own

words never spoke of any greater higher church,

than that of love 

as our haloes mingled,

the sun left enraged with jealousy 

slipping into the darkness

leaving the colours of our mismatched hearts to bleed’.