And as the sun pays its daily debts,
Behind the ocean, the twilight sets,
The waves crash upon the rocky shore,
Reminding what was there before;
I sit alone on the jagged cliff,
And I know it’s all what if, what if.
Although that time has long since gone,
I like to think that moment,
Those treasured, seconds potent,
Will make me smile and fawn.
Instead, it makes me weep;
What one can sow, one can reap.
I sit alone on the jagged cliff,
Still dreaming for what if, what if.
Before the stars descended, long ago,
We’d spend the nights on this very plateau.
You’d hold my hand, and I’d hold yours,
Like the embrace between sand and shores.
But then came the tide, creating divide,
The lunar torrents moaned and sighed.
I sit alone on the jagged cliff,
Still begging for what if, what if.
The wind a whisper in our ear,
Thumping heartbeats we could hear;
The gentle air stroking our faces,
And our shared pulse quickly hastens.
The smell of salt, the touch of dew,
And thus, the night was no longer new.
And as the sun pays its daily debts,
Behind the ocean, the twilight sets,
The waves crash upon the rocky shore,
Reminding what was there before;
I sit alone on the jagged cliff,
There is no more what if.
I stare upon on the violent sea,
No more hope for what could be.