Standing on this cliff,
That overlooks the ocean,
The clouds play tricks on me,
I think I saw your face smiling.

Standing so near,
The wind offers to let me join you,
But I know I must reject the offer,
I prefer to meet you when the time is right.

The wind carries off my tears into the air,
They must get to you this way,
Your rain showers are made of tears,
Thus it lets you feel who misses you.

The flower in my hand,
Strained as it looks,
Is for you,
But if I let it go,
Does it mean I've buried you?

Not even realizing it,
I am on my knees,
The tears streaming down my face,
I know what must be done sadly.

I let go of the flower over the side,
Watching it spin,
The petals separating,
And being carried off into the wind,
To where you are,
Where you are at peace.