Becoming The Blue

The waves smacked the hard sharp cliff,
And the sun rose up over the horizon,
Wondered if he’d become a local myth,
Red sky in the morning…Shepherds warning.

A cool summer breeze attacked his face,
His body shook with worry and fear,
He was to die at his favourite place,
He looked over the edge to his watery leer.

He looked back round to see his home,
His family all tucked up, without a clue,
And he was there, his thoughts and him – alone,
He was soon to be with the cold, deep blue.

“I’m sorry” his final words to the world,
His eyes pricked, and the lonely tear it fell,
He walked to the edge, under him, his toes curled,
That final sound… the old church bell.

While he dropped, he started to cry,
He hit the waves, and became the blue,
I still can’t believe he let his life pass him by,
Sweetheart, didn’t you care, That I Loved You