Michael Poem by Marie Bliss

Yesterday, when we stopped almost
at the cliffs edge,
I told you that I had
been waiting for you.
The history of it all out of sight,
like the water below,
full of currents and ravines
and inevitable flows,
destined departures and returns,
colliding, mixing, swirling
to bring us here
to the sound of ebbing and flowing
and fizzing bubbles letting up to a
reverent moment of silence
in which we look for colored glass
and find each other.
Scarcely able to stand before
the beauty of this landscape.
Drop dead divine and pure love.
But, I shall get up and breathe....
and you will let me walk
down your every street and corridor
to find you
waiting for me.