Mystic Falls

Rivers know no rest,

just the flowing, crashing of rock,

down into granite pools.

Listen to it sleep for a moment, gathered,

only to stir from dream, awake once more.

Sit with me for a little while.

Take solace, here on this cliff,

and await the vision,

fragmentary glimpses,

that only solitude may show.

Rise now, sleeper!

Return with me a ways

down gently curving banks.

Let us close our eyes to weep,

for each step is further than before.

Unknown rapids await the traveler,

tethered only by simple knots

I have, by love’s mystery,

been graced to weave.

All rivers must end in oceans.

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