The Cliff (part 1)

There was once, the wind, the storm and the fright
While I pondered to live, or just wear this night,
One cloud dismissed my weary sight
The saint I’ve been hiding of, came into view
And there was just me aside with you
And so there was the coldness and the pain
The storm pierced my bones, and made explode my vein
My eyes went down; hopping to see the corpse
With nothing in my back than your lips coursed
And it was then, no left or right

There was once, your smile winding in the air
Your hand over my shoulder tapping;
The absent joy of your eyes were wrapping
My body lifeless, missing your tender loving care
There was the winter. And he qouth:
“Search for the name, that art in the heart”
And there were my steps, without a road to hike
And the past, silent witness of the raw that strikes