FOURTEEN FALLS

We could be here now,yet possibly we had met then.
Way back before we were born.
There by the falls that lead into my lake.

From this point,in my humble canoe,
I can see you hop,from one fall to another.

Musical notes,follow silencing,the incessant gurgling sounds of white water.
On your seventh fall,I spot an artistic uprise.
You draw the most intriguing piece on the canvas of emanating molecules.
The whole world watches as you redifine the faulty lines of natural architecture.

Whilst I witness and report it for the poets to know that I was here.
Here brought by the waves of fate,
To give an account of the heroine in you.

I pen it away at per with the string sounds with from your guitar.
I arise on my canoe to give you a standing ovasion...
Nature pauses,no wind frozen sounds,zero gravity...

Up we float and connect the two lands of water.
Is this how we shall bring them together?

ONE LAKE

By M.O.O aka Carswell evoL