Watered down words cascading
down my mind, flowing to the edge
where the words like a water fall
crash to my mouth.

Many waterfalls do I have for thoughts,
memories, all flow splashing on the
rocks stored in them till I need them
once again to flow out to be thought.

My mind many places pools of thought,
captured till the time they fall down the
waterfall in my mind, becoming words
used by the fingers or voiced as words,
far have they had to fall.