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.
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2024
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