Falling
R ainbow hues in
ge ntle flowing mist,
tu mbling down, down,
dow n. Sprays of moistened
bre eze from roaring water
ca sca ding in long falling
str eams, echo thro ugh dream
fill ed chasms of gently filtered
li ght growing ever darker past
ro cky ou tcrops of granite and
mi ca, sp arkling in the sun. Trickles
of tiny rivul ets find their own path
aro und boul ders that block their way
like st one sentinals refusing passage
to the w eary trave ler, but it continues
relent lessly movi ng on its unknown
jo urney to an un knowable de stiny
lap ping ag ainst its captive channel,
ne ver able to break free, longing for
rel ease and the freedom to flo w on its
own pa th, to make its own way. Weary
fro m its never ending quest, it is ever
se eking thro ugh tumultu ous desire the
rel ief from its unending tor ment and pain.
Yet, it pers everes in its never ending
qu est to find its pl ace of rest as it
fa lls, fa lls, fa lls deeper and deeper
in to the gaping maw of the abyss
where awaits, forever more, the
inky darkness of
eternity
11/30/15
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015
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