The roar
of the
waterfall
an unending
song
in the
dark of
the woods
they see light
the light of
white water
shaping
gneiss
minerals released
the sound to
gravitate towards
Masculine and delicate
meant for lovers
her hand in his
they take a seat
feet in sand
where the water has flowed
as if watching an
orchestra
a hundred pieces (intricacies)
as one piece
the flow like glass here
a trickle over there
falls to a calm pool
swirling
that made
ripples in the sand
ingraining their feet
This orchestra plays
the same piece of music
over 'n over
the song they want to hear
again 'n again
till the dark cumulus clouds
(the conductor)
so chooses to
change (the piece) with a
downpour rain
The roar so strong
they talk
with lips to ears
smiles
pointing at the intricacies
of the waterfall
where lovers
are meant to be
masculine and delicate
hand 'n hand
soft water
shaping hard rock
woman shaping man
the man she made
him to be
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