Water, Fall

Water, Fall

I don’t want to be civilised.

I want to live where there are no vacant soulless eyes,

To jump the cliffs to swim with weightless tides.

Falling to the nothingness, with the ever graceful gasp of life.

To sing and merge and love and part,

To rise and fall and slip and start.

To feel the cold stone resist against my ever breaking speed of flight,

To melt to sound with the silent drowning black of night.

To be free to haunt and dance and flip and rant,

To brush the ever pleading trees and glance.

The rushing force of freedom of the minutest hesitation,

To career unendingly to my final destination.

To know that upon the morrow’s sun,

I shall again begin what I had begun.

Warrior Princess