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
Two plummet headfirst
Upturned soles to God’s heaven
The tickle of love
Plumes of graceful froth
Envelop twin beating hearts
Up until the sere
Suddenly without
Love’s denouement sings sadly
Still ache crescendos
Melody solo
Lost, searching harmonically
Hearts rapt atonal
© Chagall 2016

Chagall — This speaks ever so eloquently to Me.
Wonderful to hear.