The figure on the headland faced the wind
It seemed from clifftop soil his body grew,
It angled forward to maintain the strain
Of keeping him erect as nature blew.
The clouds everted and their paths retraced
The surf fought rock unsighted down below,
Like lover’s thighs the zephyr wrapped his face
He closed his streaming eyes to see that glow.
Impassive heart, now flayed of love’s last layer
Heard roaring tempest deafen world around,
His billowing coat outraced his trailing hair
But wind could not hound memory held profound.
At last a hint of movement was revealed
One step, his last, on love’s cruel battlefield.