Let us go down to the cliffsWhere the ocean beats and foams against The buttress of rocks

And let us hop among the stones And peer between the cracksAnd examine the desolate dreams of adolescence Which fade against time

We can sit beneath the over-arching tree.

As the sun sets with a green death-howlLenses will open and shutter at breakneck speeds To capture the freshly fading memory

And in the starling complexion of nightAs words ebb and flow between usAnd fade into meaninglessness and voidWe will attempt to express the expressionless