Cheddar Gorge

Charles Macfarlane

High upon high
We sit on the cliff,
Wind rolls the clouds by
While our bodies grow stiff;

Such a fine day,
With views far and wide ...
Shame about the way
We both feel inside;

Skylark he rears,
Sings as he flies ...
Liquid as the tears
That fall from your eyes;

You dream of your man
And I dream of you,
However at all can
Both dreams come true?

Clinging to a dream,
You and I there,
Trying not to seem
So lost in despair!

1987