WATERFALL
Candice James
Copyright 2009
Before I left
I visited a waterfall.
Now I am divorced from sun and stars
As it only seemed before.
Now I know the color and shape
Of life and death.
I come to grasp their meaning
A little deeper
With each setting sun.
I can feel the texture of hope
As a blind man gropes and
Feels the pressure of Braille.
The days play tricks on me
And the nights masquerade by
In a fantasy land parade.
When I start to burn
To the waterline
I will return
To renew my vows
With the sun and stars.
This reunion of dark and light
Will be more than it seemed before.
I will never visit a waterfall again.
Its colors and shapes
Are too painful to deal with