Cliffs of Moher

Approach them slowly. 

You will be consumed. 

Mark your steps and 

Mind yourself as you climb. 

The wind will bow you. 

They will tune you 

And you will sing 

Low, mournful, aching melodies. 

Drowning in emotion, come to the edge. 

They are not comforting. 

This is brutal majesty. 

This is where the mighty Atlantic 

Explodes into the walls of Ireland. 

This is where you will know 

You have a soul. 

 Katy L. Walsvik