Waterfall Hill

Atop a cliff of black rock,

in the valley, we sit and stare

though my head spins like smoke

cause it is kind of a scare.

As long as you are here,

listening to the waterfall,

your heart I can clearly hear

calling me in the midst of it all.

short of breath, I will not fall, for,

your hand’s warm hold is strong

Your eyes capture my core

I sing a sweet silent love song

It is a struggle not to kiss you

so to the cloud I raise my eyes

Its lining is a bright white hue

Its shadow cool on the hill’s rise

We walk back the slope’s path

Peace moves in and fills me

Arm in arm we turn to view earth

deep in eternal beauty, same as we

Author's Note

punctuation is intentional

Reviews

[Kainan Corrales]

very good job. the descriptions are wonderful and the rhyme scheme and flow is excellent. great read.

[Stacey Watts]

This was a very beautiful poem. The words paint such a lovely picture in the mind.
Excellent!