Reaching
Climbing
Almost made it yet again
Falling back
Gathering restlessly for
Another try
Driven by tide and
Wind
Gathering the energy of the ancient
Depths and raising
Myself in white foam and
Salt upon the crevices
Of a cliff upon which
A figure stands

Reach
Climb
Higher oh higher
Whispered invitation drowned
In tumultuous roar
Does it hear
Does it see
My beckoning
It speaks but I cannot hear
It gestures but meaning
Is lost
I would rise to it
Join it
If I could
Maybe it will join
Me
Find a path down
Dive down and thus can
We both learn

Climbing
Reaching
Falling again back
In gurgling joy of life
I gather once more to rise
Incessant hope pulling
Me up towards the figure
Drawn to it again
And again

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Reaching
Climbing
Failed again
Falling down
The waves below
Me foolishly mindless
And beyond reason
Relentless in energy
Rising towards
Me yet again
Yet again falling back
I choose
My vantage point well
Although I am
Aware of the shudder of the
Rock beneath
My feet

I shout to the blithe
Force of its foolishness
Gesture at it of
My resistance to its whispers
To come down
I know of the rocks
Hidden beneath its surface
I know of the
Depths in which
I would be lost

Reaching
Climbing
So close the wind
Whips salty drops into
My face
Running down
My cheeks
It must be the wind
The spray
Would not be tears
My feet unsteady
Wandering near the edge
Careful not to fall
The rock slippery and
Treacherous underfoot
Must be that
For I would never
Succumb to the song
My future lies up here
In resistance and careful
Thought not down below
In the joyful sounding depths

And yet I
Cannot help raising
My eyes once more
To the other cliff where
Stands a figure watching
The waves climb and reach
Below

And I cannot help
But wonder what
He is thinking

As the waves
Slam again into
The cliff below
My feet making it
Shudder
And I know a little
More of the resistance
Is lost

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Miraman, in the year 423 AF.