Halzephron Poem by Arthur H Rowley

The night sky's clear, here, where I'll go
and eastward wind is known to blow
this cliff face where I find my thoughts
belongs to us, my love, my foe

From jagged edge the ocean wrought
cascade graves for all we fought
the coffin's cracked, it's nails bent
to pry at guilt's a talent taught

The crashing here holds no intent
except as soundtrack to repent
she pulls and pushes past apart
turn from trauma to torment

At last she reads from story's start
of houses each that broke my heart
lets wind whip skin in hope to show
to know her storm hath played it's part

She reasons here can be my home
beneath a skyline overgrown
awaiting, when I choose to go
that cliff face where the wind will blow