Mine is the sweet oblivion of fleeting moments.
Mine too those waters’ endless plummet…
Baying cascades that knead a bluish light
Another day. Distraught. Another night.
The scalding close approaches.
And of another life am born in torments.
I wait. Inertia in thought of solitary flight.
Again, the precipice draws near.
Of rainfalls all, remains alone a tear.
Daily Prompt: Eye of the Beholder
Photographers, artists, poets: show us BEAUTY.