Art music poetry 65

Space Kiss, 2000

                         Space Kiss, 2000

The Falls

Broken fender, twig in line

And light blue sky with trees.

Green on blue and mountain fine

With warmth upon my knees.

Summer sun at winter time,

Snow still on the ground.

The place is set for water-mime

So I listen for the sound.

The sound is one of Bash Bish Falls

And now I tend to stare.

Everflowing echo calls

Of water in the air.

It makes me think of trees gone by

And people never seen.

It shouldn’t, but it makes me cry

To think of where I’ve been.

Now I sit with tears on face,

Knowing all the glory.

Now I sit without a trace

Of how to tell the story.

written at age 19


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