Beyond The Veil

Nothing refreshes me more than standing beneath the misty veil of a waterfall. Like avatar of baby's breath and droplet of anti-death. Phoenix burst of peppermint- spurt, soft chew squirter of mint gone ejaculated shoot. Starburst squint-inserts, what is meant in keidoscope of photons, wet emoticons of teasing turning on lightened bent. In the cradle of nature, where whispers collide, in a spectral dance of droplets, where shadows reside, - in terracotta edges needling in cool trace lemoned wedges- of quench, to taste. Each shimmer a memory, each splash leaves its intent on cool poker face. A breath of renewal, like springtime's first bloom s ensual, the sweetness of peppermint, fresh as a sigh, spitting as it spake. Pops in my eye. Each drop a connection, dispelling all gloom, and refocusing direction in swan lake swoon- terraforming the deserted crys.Tall in spirit to become, comfortably succumb. A reminder that life is a canvas to fly, trapped in beams of moon, before the ink drys. The shimmer it ignites- in the heart of its flow, a gem facet to contemplate amongst us-under growth. A kaleidoscope woven of dreams in the light, the dew of elated snows. Wet emoticons glisten, a soft, vibrant sea aglow, transparency of purpose- in a symphony of repose? Repurposed-reproposed- In the dance of the waters, I bask and I soar, aloft. As the world fades away, I am wrapped in this peace, tucked away in it's soft croft, willow-wisped pillowed crotch. The waterfall’s whisper—a promise of more, to adore of serenity's waters of life, evermore.