Waterfall of words

 

She always brings me to to the cliffs of expression

and my words tumble

likea waterfall on rocks

cascading down

catching spectrums

in the sunlight

as they crash.

 

But waterfall words

cant save me now

I am struck

inarticulate

and I fall tumbling

breaking

on the edifice

I created

 

At the bottom

Bruised I sit

Silent

as sentences

in hushed cloisters

whispering to my

secret soul.

 

2.7.2004