The Girl of the Cliff

Wistfully she looks to the horizon
Deep longing in her eyes.
The setting Sun's dying light
Caught the tears in her sad eyes.

The wind sadly sighs with her
Lifting her long dark hair,
And the trees that stood there
Are witness to her silent, bitter tears.

The Sun's last light fades slowly,
A lone star appears in the sky,
Twinkling, winking weakly,
And an owl in a distance announces the night
With its haunting hootings.

But still she stood,
On the cliff, unmoved,
Unafraid of the spreading darkness.
The girl with brown, sad eyes,
The girl of the cliff forever.