Visions of Sapphire Hills

Visions of Sapphire Hills

A woman stood alone, along the cliff of life,
irresolute, a flimsy wisp against the wind.

She waited, watching, worshiping the edge in dreams
and heard the distant thunder, nature's tortured screams.

Her eyes a turgent grey against the inky depths
saw in the rising waves, visions of sapphire hills.

Where once there stood a peaceful oceans breadth and girth
now churned an angry spawning giving death fresh birth
and froth, washed white in torrent rain, foamed in the waves.

Was here she stood apart yet in between two worlds,
with exhaled breath she stepped and plunged into the sea,
her crimson lips smiled with her unseen thoughts of me.

Written for round 7 of the "Invalid Item" 
Title Prompt: Visions of Sapphire Hills
Form Prompt: "Invalid Entry" 
         12 lines of Iambic Hexameter.