Why look upon the past
where there lives no salvation
What fool searches to quench his thirst from a hollowed glass
Surely that will not bring on satisfaction
He says kisses under a waterfall are but a dream
But I've felt those kisses once upon a time; but had to frown
For if I'd not let go to take a deep breath
I would have surely drowned
Sometimes I think upon that rain
Of water coming down from passionate streams
And smiles that spread as wide as the widest seas
Until the drought interrupted the routine
Like desert sands are hot as coals
The drought was dry and so extreme
And thoughts turned to hallucinations from the heated wrath
Where there once were waterfalls, there now was colorless schemes
What is honesty without truth and fact
What is love without the same thing
They are simply kisses underneath a waterfall
In a heartbroken lover's dream
Copyright ©2008 Attica Lundy
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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