Ocean's Silent Throne…

Upon the highest precipice she sits,
Where stone and sky in endless summit meet,
Her flowing dress a ribbon in the wind,
A silent queen of ocean, stone, and light.

The sun above in brilliance burns so bright,
It paints the waves in diamonds far below,
And turns her hair to threads of molten gold,
While gulls wheel cry in circles, white and free.

Her gaze sweeps out across the endless blue,
Where water meets the horizon in a kiss,
She knows the power of the tides below,
The ancient rhythm of the earth and sea.

The cliffs stand firm against the weathered years,
As time itself bows to their majesty,
And she, perched there in sun drenched solitude,
Becomes the moment, wild and pure and free.

No sorrow touches her sun warmed face,
No worldly weight can reach her rocky throne,
Just wind and light and salt sprayed air,
And waves that crash their songs against the stone.