I stood within
the stormy spray
of Niagra Falls,
where days and days
of chilly,
half--refreshing
mist
did not
my heart
assuage.
The roar of waters
spilling over
a cliff that reached
to heaven~
filled my soul
with passions wild,
intoxication
far beyond
words' well reasoned,
truest
best expressions.
Then before I knew it
upon dry land I sat,
upstate,
upstaged
a bit,
part wet, part dry
and sobered up--
(downside
up
somewhat)
is where I find
I'm at.
No comments:
Post a Comment