Angel Falls

Angel Falls

A Poem by Matthew P. HIll
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Indulging in equanimity

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Is it considered a drought, if I'm thirsty for you? 


Cascading angel who freely falls soft to rocks

Being that you are the only possible remedy for my parched lips...

Mother of all waters,
I keep praying for you, safety through the devils mountain.
purest and clairsentiant like crystals one scrys into for answers.
playing and bending light several which ways to entertain me.

Famine and debris am I,
to savor your dew would bring me rapture

Cascading goddess who falls with little to no fear

Not even a stream was I,
but I drew in your mist, hoarding it till I became prosperous

Oasis that you are,
much like a water sage to the mirage of my soul 

You erode me and shape me like mud and clay.
you're limitless as a moist well, peaking on infinity.
oh, my tongue swells for your never ending glory.

Cast out of Heaven, you are all for me.

© 2014 Matthew P. HIll


Author's Note

Matthew P. HIll
Inspired by the love of my life
happy anniversary

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Added on January 29, 2014
Last Updated on February 5, 2014
Tags: falls, angel, waterfall, water, love, remedy