Eagles Call

And right before the water Crushes stone below my feet, It gathers in such quota That the fall begins to speak.... Telling me its secrets So I won't believe the lies, Just beyond my reach and Hidden only from my eyes... In such chaotic rhythm That it's soothing to my soul, As I stand here in remission, In a mist I want to hold... That's slipping thru my fingers As it gathers in the air, Drifting as it lingers, In the falls to disappear... But as I turn myself away I hear an eagles call, Gathering it's breath to say The truth within it all... Terry WWW. WhiteLionPoetry.com