As Water Falls

Voluptuous, her rapture gives me pause
as coming from some other-worldly source.
This water’s fall has pow’r to heal a cause.
Curvaceous, she continues on her course.

Now she’s moving over rocks and beckons:
her glassy hair, so multicolored; glows.
Misty, golden rain from clouds of heaven,
she lifts the thirsty soul in silence, flows.

She spills into a lake and centers all
who feed upon her loving nature. Bred,
as from some holy grail; this water stalls
and turning, gives her all as she is fed.

And now, this gracious pond’s surround is grand
as reaching forth, I cup her in my hand.

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