Behind the Waterfall

Behind a Waterfall There Is No “At the End of the Day”

The two of them stood behind a waterfall and engaged in
Kissing and hugging each other’s shirtless upper halves –
The last time they joined each other’s bodies he was 14
She was 13. Now at the same university they were cozy
With finding and exploring each other again and again –
They were good for each other and were at the right time
The right place and expanded their understanding of things
Together while others were content within stagnant waters

She took some and he always took more and when the poison
Was too much for him and he was in uncharted territory, she
Offered him a safe harbor, calming the turbulent seas and then
Welcoming him and guiding him through a viably friendly port.
They used to love to watch the meteor showers in the heavens -
She kindled the wood and he lit and tended to the evening fires.
Behind the waterfall he realized it was a special spot for allot –
For running water is the purest and best to drink and he did drink

Behind the waterfall there is no end of the day – The water flows
And falls all day long and everyday and doesn’t know an ending.
As water flows, days bleed into the heavy, velvety moonlit nights
And it doesn’t even know how the night divides the day and never Needs to know or care about such paltry things as keeping time -as Running water is the purest form of natural waters and giver of life. If the water doesn’t continue to flow, it’s then we who have the fall. All & all it’s only ones consumed by time who notice an end of day