~ Non-Norse Poetry by Others ~
Seascape
Once,
In this seascape of cliffs, I tried to reach her
And lost both her and nearly myself in the spray.
I thought to take her to the dunes and give her my warmth-
Though she cares as little as the dark lichen.
Now,
I wait,
On the cliffs,
Clothed in yellow and gold,
Till she comes.
Ah, Golden Light.
© John Pendrey
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