Maiden of old

As the orange kissed horizon slowly dies, I stood quietly On jagged cliff I gaze upon salty exterior, seduced by eclectic love songs of seagull wings, flapping through blistered winds Powerful you are, yet moved by the delicate gestures of natures wand I bear witness to beasts of grace and stone, as they crumble and fell into a well sculptured bosom of aqueous-ness. Hastened by the cowardly spell of time, they met their doom Poseidon playing hosts from reception rooms Deep, deep I breathe the salty air Protest my lungs to the invasiveness I smile with flooded mind, And realize, that I am truly blessed…