The Wait

I saw my love standing there on the edge of cliffs Moher
She turned to look at me and asked, "Desmond, are you there?"
She looked at me, but her eyes went through as if I were a ghost
"Des," she asked, "Have you returned ‘cause it’s I who loved you most?"

And then I saw her cheeks of tears as she whispered, "It’s been three long years..."

I begged of her, "My Sweet Colleen, say it hasn’t been so long"
She turned from me then absently; I felt something very wrong
Her raven hair was all that moved, flying wild in the wind
The ocean waves crashed down below — "Colleen, it’s true, I’ve sinned."

She made no sign she heard my voice with a thousand mile stare
Her feet, they shuffled quietly, and rocks tumbled into air
Three years and all the while, she knew nothing but to wait
She took one step, I ran to her, but by then it was too late