A Cliff

Written by: Vesna Arsenich

A cliff stood alone,
 tall and proud guard, 
waiting for motherly voice, a sea,
in the stillness of the new day.

Unaware of Sun’s first glory 
clouds hovered over the bay, 
and asleep seemed this soul
in its tiny niches
as a breeze comes by,
 a dance of sea nymphs, 
in an archaic dream.

Nothing seemed anew 
for the beacon of the bay,
captured by own destiny 
of never discovered land.

Captured as time stood still, 
as no past, nor future ever existed,
just the presence of the same visions,
and seagulls play,
the unchanged voices from a day to a day,
and fear of unknown became the hope,
the purpose and the newly found strength.