There is a hidden path that leads along a cliff,
Down to a pebble beach
Pock marked with caves.
It is not a route that’s easy to travel
And I have not been there for a while,
Except in dreams.

I love it.

I stop atop for a while
Watch the sun bounce gracefully off tumultuous grey sea
As Vikings sail like ghostly silhouettes
In their long boats out of reach.

I look back at the path and my heart swells
With memories
As full as those waves crashing far below.
I look ahead
At the terrifying splendour before me
And wonder what comes next.


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