Gazing at the cascading tapestry
of raw nature,
unlike any sight my eyes have witnessed,
entranced and moved by its
ever-flowing azure hues,
alive and giving life to the world around,
roaring with gentle determination,
making me feel small as I stare.
I am intimidated and in awe at once.
Others seem ignorant of what I see,
but this memory I will hold forever...
In days that follow,
they become an escape route,
the only way out,
leading us away from the dangers
of human reality:
death, torment, greed, hate, anger,
everything happens so fast,
I cannot fathom it all.
Swiftly sweeping small boats along a watery road.
Behind me, someone calls out,
telling me to remain strong.
It is hard to hear through
the constant rush,
yet I am touched by its insistence...
My heart pounds uncontrollably,
and I speak to the talking river.
Take us faster, take us away,
do not let us be taken against our wills...
At the end of the road
they become a shelter,
a falling curtain to hide us from wicked hearts,
if only for a while.
I admire silently,
knowing how insignificant I am
behind these waters,
hearing the constant rush
that strives to drown my fears.
It is here that I wish to surrender to their power,
to make the pain fade,
the horrid images vanish,
nearly falling with its might...
but through unbearable heartache,
I receive comfort and strength in one's arms,
protecting me,
telling me it I can trust myself to live...
I listen with my heart,
and I know I can begin to heal...
Scaling mountains as a captive
takes me to the tops of majesty,
but it is a time of misery and angst.
Watching as he fights for me,
my comfort, my friend, my love,
battling until he cannot,
locking knowing eyes with mine.
I cry quiet tears.
Blood flowing as freely as the nearby falls,
plummeting to their feet in defeat.
I watch.
I am numb.
I am alone.
I am...aware...aware of the sound of the falls,
first a whisper, than a great roar,
beckoning me to come,
encouraging me to trust myself.
Trust yourself to live...trust yourself to feel.
I know what I must do.
Refusing the hand that is offered,
I step away,
submitting to the calls,
embracing sky and wind,
feeling free for the first time
as I join my fallen love.
My final resting place.
Waterfalls have summoned me here,
I am home.