At the base of our cliffs
The water glints sparks like fire
Pearls expressing peace in eyes
The golden globe of a funeral pyre.
Pearls around wrists, fingers, necks,
Choking out fear
They say drowning is the best way to go
Water always moving, down cheeks like tears,
The river stays the same
Within the dipping birds -
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
That is a sun that was our words.
The fountain, milky white
In frozen splendour, the worth
Of red poppies, youth
Bursting through skin, through earth.
We lie down on the cliffs at sunrise,
Dew beading smiles across our hair,
Through our starstruck eyes
We see our sunrise stare.