You sit under a waterfall,
long dark hair cascading,
blending with the spring water,
pure – cleansing your being;
exorcising the demons you found
impossible to control.
Sunlight dancing in your eyes;
windows to your soul.
Are you free dear sister?
Like your ashes fluttering in the wind.
Is your spirit, so numbed by drink,
now liberated from torment?
My pain and my anger at you
overflow in a torrent of tears,
into the waterfall,
flooding all-round you,
saturating you with my sadness.
You begin to merge
with boulders beneath the water
and the rock behind,
you become the waterfall, the gorge,
you are everywhere,
© 2013 Geraldine Ann Ford
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