beyond the waterfalls

Written by: Anthony Slausen

behind the waterfalls
is where they go to die
to dip their ivory hearts 
in waterdgems and rainbow mist
one last time....
once upon an ancient path
when great gray trumpets walked a line
from waterhole to waterhole-nothing to fear 
but the greatest of dries,
raising young 
like the sun lifts the sky
so strong- so lovingly
her last thought,
when she was a sprite,
lightfooted bright,ambert eyed
playing tag amidst
 the pillars of her  life
trunk snapping the wind
songs of the past tickling veined ears
    living forever,
beyond the waterfalls