It flows
Drip by drip
Tumbling down the crevices of the cliff
Smooth, silent, scrambling

A spectre

Aching, weeping
Drowned in sorrow

Reaching out to steady unsteady limbs
It latches onto the rocky crest
Fighting to stay, to keep going, to live

Teetering on sea legs,
it rises, bows its head towards the raging storm
And journeys
Step by difficult step

Back
To those distant lamps in ancient windows
To lush green slopes and craggled trees
To a rainsoaked cardigan and tearsoaked eyes

Back
Into her waiting arms.

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