Naked Leavings by Candice James - HTML preview

WATERFALL

Candice James

Copyright 2009

Before I left

I visited a waterfall.

Now I am divorced from sun and stars

As it only seemed before.

Now I know the color and shape

Of life and death.

I come to grasp their meaning

A little deeper

With each setting sun.

I can feel the texture of hope

As a blind man gropes and

Feels the pressure of Braille.

The days play tricks on me

And the nights masquerade by

In a fantasy land parade.

When I start to burn

To the waterline

I will return

To renew my vows

With the sun and stars.

This reunion of dark and light

Will be more than it seemed before.

I will never visit a waterfall again.

Its colors and shapes

Are too painful to deal with