The Waterfall

I am a waterfall , cascading , descending , trickling down all over your sunkissed shoulders , and a hundred bare thoughts . Smell me , A delicate fragrance like that of drying cotton linen perched on the line of an early Spring morn. Hear me .Listen to my swish-swoosh sound a distant echo of a babbling brook within your silence. Taste me . Quench your thirst from the smooth outpour of my waters. Have me . Have all I own , rippled palettes where I stirred crimsons , whites and blues , to give you lilacs . Moist velvet lilacs that tickle softly along your back , between your toes ,against the arms of your resistance. Feel me, feel my fresh gushes extinguish embers which burned too quick your camping hammock and ripped you off a million candle dreams. Let me be . Let me become the bed of promise in your lone night. Let me stay . I'll stay , I sway and play. Like a mandarin's lullaby , I'll rock you slowly into sleep beneath a canopy of forest trees. I am the waterfall , where once in yesterday your fingers tossed the last of of coins , with atheistic need. Here on the edge , I'm waiting for you , to grant your wish and your release. Till you return I keep on falling , flowing down freely from mountain creeks.