The Lonely Man on the Cliff

The Lonely Man on the Cliff.

The lonely man on the cliff,
Looking down at eternity.
Maybe he’ll slip, or dip his toe
Into the forever water below,
Or maybe he’ll plant a loving kiss,
And maybe then he’ll know,
That time can stop, where worries rot,
If just for a moment or so.

At slack water, the fisherman’s daughter,
At the lonely man on the cliff stares,
With happiness, and bliss, and a certain laissez-faire,
Then maybe a shot from a careless gun,
Or maybe he trips, and down the rock he slides,
Whilst eternity drifts away,
With the ebbing of the tide,
And the setting of the sun.