The Beauty Of Water (Part II)

As this petal floats
Upon surface tension,
Raindrops fall
In eloquent silence.

For a wise man once said:
That a waterfall
Is the personification of silence.
It quietens the mind
And stills racing thoughts.

The water drips monotonously
From a newly shed leaf,
Resting vibrantly upon the waters bank.
The sound reverberates through time and space.

Each tear echoing through the glade
As the wind carries vibration,
Like a simple memory.

Gossamer skeletons
Of visions of the past,
Turn to monochrome
In this autumnal setting.

My abstract perceptions of this
A simple wooded glade,
Distort before my eyes.
The mist sets in,
As confusion clouds my crowded mind.
And moonlight bleeds
Thorough the canopy,
Seeping through the leaves like
The life-force through their veins.


Here I can be myself,
And let these tears be shed..


Here I do not walk,
But dance.
I do not speak,
But sing.
I do not hurt,
But scream.

This is my release,
My simple medative plane of existence.
A sedative to my broken heart.