The Cliffs by the Sea

Crashing waves upon craggy rocks far below
Barely heard amidst the keening of the gulls
And the noisome ewes of shades of grey
At the edge of the cliffs by the sea

A lady strolls, alone, green and grey raiment
Blowing in the breeze, gaily blowing
Hair the color of ripe autumn grain
Skyward looking to the gulls on the wing

I saw her there from our village, looking faire
The wind blowing through her fall colored hair;
Her gaze caught mine studying her furiously
A smile met her lips and she fairly did curtsy…

With blade at my side I leapt the short wall
Of grey jagged fieldstone by the cartpath all quiet
Dawn was upon us and the mysts they arose
The chill of first morning with the sky all aglow

Druid’s daughter, important fair lass
My apple branch, my love, adoration surpassed
As we walked the dark green pasture together
We approached the hills bronzed with autumn’s heather

Knew she this, that lovers we’d become,
As we strolled amongst the brackens and ferns?
Loves to become, it blossomed slowly here, then
As I kept her safe, as she showed me things I’d never thought to learn.

We stood by the hawthorn, avoiding his long thorns
I leaned back against the gnarled wise old trunk
Pulled her against me, warmed with my cloak
Our lips met gently, lovingly, softly, quickly

Love just beginning, forbidden, unlooked for
I her protector, she my fair maiden, fair Druid’s daughter
My life would be forfeit should anyone know
Yet her touch filled my heart with love, with thunder, with laughter

Many the morning, the daylight, the night
Was spent amongst the fields by the sea
Wandering the bracken, warrior and maiden
Lovers become, best friends to the bone

Crashing waves upon craggy rocks far below
Barely heard amidst the keening of the gulls
And the noisome ewes of shades of grey
At the edge of the cliffs, by the sea…

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