In my crimson waterfalls My fightful breath is drained away Where once sat my heart Beating, skipping Scarlet with vitality Is now gray, transparent Colorless For the rivulets of life Have dripped away In a running stream of ruby sparkles Leaving me with A somber, silvery organ, no longer tinged with blood Covered with an icy frost of late Leaving it an unmovable, useless And hollow shell inside me
Copyright Nicole Whaley 1998
A Waterfall of Dreams
Waterfalls that flow fast
Like tears out of control
Through rocks and under bridges
Bridges which will one day fall.
Waterfalls which have a beauty
Far beyond the fairest princess
And a touch more delicate than the air
In which it moves
Waterfalls that are strong,
Swift and simple.
Nature in it's purest form
Water in it's finest depth,
Calling to skies in soft whispers
Only knowing what it was
Only wondering what it is
Poised with grace,
The water runs freely
As a small child could,
Yet the same as a mannered woman would.
Only tragedy can stop it now.
Will the waterfall
Always have the trees as its'companions
Splashing throughout life as if it were a dream
Written by Amber July 1997
Water surround us every day you can even get down on your Knees and pray, and look to the Hevens above for another day. You can go to ponds creeks or Anything in between but there Is nothing like the waterfalls of Your dreams.as you can tell that The waterfalls is for you and me.
Written By
NightCalls
Come take my hand And walk with me,
Through valleys green And distant seas,
Over mountains Along the creeks,
Where waterfalls Will brush thy cheeks.
Where raindrops shine Like diamond eyes,
And heather sways To wind's sweet sighs,
Where songbirds sing Of joyous love,
And broken hearts Are unheard of.
The sweetest sounds Thy ears shall hear,
My beating heart For your love dear,
Because a wish Has granted thee,
This life of love For thee and me.
Gail C. Berreitter Copyright�November 18, 1998
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