I do not ask for youth, nor for delayin the rising of time’s irreversible river
that takes the jewelled arc of the waterfallin which I glimpse, minute by glinting minute,
all that I have and all I am always losingas sunlight lights each drop fast, fast falling.
I do not dream that you, young again,Might come to me darkly in love’s green darknessWhere the dust of the bracken spices the airMoss, crushed, gives out an astringent sweetnessand water holds our reflectionsmotionless, as if for ever.
....remembering that water,however luminous and grand, falls fastand only once to the dark pool below.
These photos were in need of a poem and today I found it in Lauris Edmond’s “waterfall”. Just recently my enthusiasm for photography has reached a stagnant pool but with a 2 week break away I’m hoping to find the source again.
Sunday Sayings: A pick from the poets, writers or scriptures