Cascade

Cascade.

Running free, like a stallion,

Gushing over rock and stone,

                 Spilling over the lip,       liberation!

Winding through, _under, ^over,

Simple shimmers of light and sh^ape,

Pouring into deep pools of azure.

Turquoise, teal, blue, grey, green, brown, orange, black.

Like a stormy night.

Smashing against a hull, crushing wood.

Claiming, killing, destroying, stealing, a life.

And falling down, down, down always down,

My dear friend gravity.

Feel my particles, l o o s e and free,

They run through your fingers.

A sheen of clarity, a ring of purity to it.

Running down cheeks leaving silver dust in our wake, my wake, its wake.

Uncontainable until contained,

Thick, flying through air.

On your tongue, just out of reach, inhaled.

Down I go, deep within.

Boring into rock and earth,

Flimsy with the strength of a thousand tonnes,

We leave, I leave you, it leaves you, with tunnels of memory.

Pulling down rock into icicles of earth,

Embracing fire for steam,

Riding the air like a bare-backed stallion.

And I, we, it is free,

Running from your lips,

Your fingertips,

It drips.

Drip.

Drip.

Drop.