Cascata & Oriana

10/11/10

Her black hair flows with these winds
As she walks those jagged cliffs
Water trickles down her face
And then plunge amongst the rocks

Her sister peeks from behind rocks of sapphire
Her hair burns in the light like fire
Her face, a brightly-shining-beauty
And her many voices like a choir

They meet everyday at golden-dawn
In a place where waters fall
A place where Earth, Wind & Fire combine
Their home, a poet's sweet Avalon

This is my magic place
A poem with more than one face
The riddle of Cascata & Oriana
A wonderland no painter can trace