Cascades the rocks; transcends my mind
A lullaby for weary eyes
Caressing cliffs, majestic crined
Celestial like, shooting star skies
More hypnotic grace, you’ll ne’er find
Except sweet sway of rhythmic tides
Like mane she flows, ethereal
White moonlight tinctures, pearlescent
Did God from angels’ tresses steal
Silken ribbons, incandescent
Pale lava-rain; ebullient zeal
Giggling water… effervescent
Tranquil her call, so innocent
Gentle whispers, murmurations
Yet soulful song so eloquent
Enchants our hearts, incantations
Serenity... so redolent
Heals and frees from all frustrations
© Debbie Razey 2022 - Violet Moon Poetry.
(NB - Eas - Gaelic for waterfall
Fors- Norse for waterfall)
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