The eddies mist cold
Lavender melts under snow
Bleeds purple on white

Silence glistens here
Chilled pools beckon promising
Reflection under

Among all two find
A sense of having been there
Empathetic eyes

Shall never lose me
Shouts beyond the din recede
To vast empty stretch

Circular water
Too near the edge of the falls
The promise to drown

Holding fast they plunge
In momentary freefall
Defying the crush

Please see:


The Alpha’s Bet

For Morgana le Fay

17 for wordcoaster (full 1st draft)

A form called Loku

© Chagall 2016