I wrote this poem because it reflects a time in my life that is close to
my heart. It was a time that was all about the friends, the present, and a lifestyle I never
wanted to lose.
The cliffs
Jessica Blencoe
[pagence@yahoo.com]
Cliff jumping at dusk
Wind carries voices once filled with jokes and male bragging away
Van Morrison's "Warm Love" play's on the portable stereo
Leaning back on the cliffs mossy rocks
Joking turns into conversations of dreams and tomorrow
Falling asleep to the orange red warmness of the setting sun and water lapping rocks
Quietness settles over the lake
Coolness of night wakes the body
Only traces of light remains in the sky
The moon comes out to rise and it's time to go home
© 1999 Jessica Blencoe, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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