#waterfalls
winter, still
winter is but a slow,
inclement dream . . .
the flower, all grown
into frost,
looks calmly unending, as if trapped
in heaven's vaulting
waterfalls
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 8:48 AM UTC
And the Exotic waterfalls
are sheer wonder
made to heavenly flow
While the moonlight
Like honey flows
The way we long for our love
Our own, mine and yours
To be all all aglow
Despite the vicissitudes
Of weather
Rare oasis
Cool drifters
Sultry gypsies
And everywhere in between
Come from far and wide
For their moonlit glide
The exotic waterfalls
All Exquisite shimmers
and splendors
Rejuvenation is paramount
As a natural cabaret
And Vineyard evening breeze
The stars glisten
Side by side
WithIn
The resplendent coves
And misty rose
and sunflower gazes
All Sweetly ablaze
Her Love
The jazz melodies
Of
Moonlit soothe
and rain
Upon
The luminous
flowers
of
Our love
Reynaldo Casison
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 3:28 AM UTC
The waterfalls of romance
Cascade with nostalgia
Through the midnights
Honey rose kisses
Of moonlight
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 6:02 AM UTC
TEARS that FALL LIKE WATERFALLS,
are the TEARS THAT FALL
from your EYES,
are the RAINDROPS that RAIN
DOWN HEAVY,
from the CLOUDY HEAVENLY SKIES!!
So, let the TEARDROPS FALL like
WATERFALLS,
Just RELEASE and
LET THEM GO,
Like a CASCADE of WATER
THAT IS FALLING,
Just let the TEARDROPS FLOW!!
WATERFALLS CAN DRY OUT, from
NO RAIN that is CAUSED by DROUGHT,
NO MORE SUFFERING, and NO MORE FEARS,
SO, GO ON AND DRY THOSE TEARS!!
THEY SAY THAT: AFTER THE RAIN,
I Just THOUGHT THAT YOU
SHOULD KNOW,
Your TEARS MAY BE your
DOWNFALL, but
at the END, THERE'S a
BEAUTIFUL
🌈 RAINBOW 🌈
B.R.
Date: 8/28/2024
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
Today, an excursion to a temple
somewhere further along the river
and we don't take anything with us
although no one seems to be there
so there will be no daily rites
This must be a lesson
We walk single file
through the forest, we walk
over the edge
of a basin, we are there
in the middle of the temple
a row of orange flags
in the open cave
of the waterfalls
of time
which overwhelm me
and carry me away, for a week
I can't be found
Only the forest sees me
while my body meditates
and does not know that I exist
Mar 7, 2024
Mar 7, 2024 at 2:29 AM UTC
Living in a stressed environment,
There's nothing but a headache,
I want to leave this prison.
To witness nature game....
I want to go to the waterfalls,
I want to experience the splashing water,
I want to hear the peacock's call,
I want feel the calmness of the river....
I want to go high the hills,
And want to see the world from above,
I want to get those chilling wind on my face,
I want to see the shiny grove....
I want to get wet in those rain,
I want to see that rainbow's curve,
I want to leave my room,
I want to see that beautiful nature.....
Dec 15, 2023
Dec 15, 2023 at 1:59 PM UTC
Little waterfalls
along my long strides, hear this --
music fantasy.
May 17, 2022
May 17, 2022 at 3:14 AM UTC
And we frolicked with our arms entangled
under the stunning gleam of the moonlight.
With the diamond waterfalls as witness,
dreamy as the rainbow,
cascading solace in our thoughts.
We’re out of the gushing downpour.
though we still hear and feel the water.
Exalting how we climbed
the higher and steeper trail
with dangerous cliffs in thousands,
we continued to hold hands.
With even a tiny bit of love but a ton of hope,
we eradicated fear
and let the light come through.
Merging us again into one!
Reshaping,
transforming,
mending,
stitching every hidden torn and burn.
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 5:02 AM UTC
Our lost tears turned to lost years.
Our rivers fueled our waterfalls. Still,
no amount of water ever guaranteed
flower bloom. Our make believe
garden was only a lost cause.
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 11:46 PM UTC
You ask me
To build you cities
When I only have
Avenues of waterfalls
I wish
These words
Could build you rafts
So you could
Float along the horizon
At the end of the day
Promises are hollow
And we all sink
Like ships
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
open up Less upclose hint:
upsidedown absorb unwet waves of silent noise,
otherwise Loud silence moist more !!!
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 11:26 AM UTC
I was always just cute
in a way that made me
feel like a child. But
I’m done with that now.
I want to feel your hands
over every inch of me like
waterfalls. I want us to
love like wild animals.
I want us to tangle together
so intricately that we don’t
know where it ends or
begins. Look at me like
I’m a comet crashing to
the earth. I want to be the
sun. For you to see everything.
I want you to love me.
I was always just cute,
but you made me feel
Beautiful.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC
My body is a rugged mountain pass
whose dangerous peaks and valleys
call out to the hubris of would be adventurers
with its hungry siren song.
Lovers have come the world over
with their maps, pickaxes, fire starters and rope.
Some brought tents intending to go the distance;
several with flags to stake their claim at the summit;
a few with pocket knives for carving their names.
All leaving trash on the trails as they went.
“Did I make you ***
they would ask believing in their foolish arrogance
that their movement and noise were really capable
of causing my avalanche.
Covered in the sweat of my labors in Sherpa-ing them to the peak
I whisper “Yes.”
Understanding in those moments that some things cannot be taught.
Only one ever came truly naked -without intention or ego.
The many times he found himself cresting my summit
it never occurred to him to pierce me with his pride
but instead he kissed the earth beneath him in gratitude.
He always moved through me as if he had gone this way his whole life
and yet still could get lost on the trails of a single limb.
He made himself an eager student of my skin
and produced waterfalls where before there had been none.
Singing songs into me as he studied my topography with adept fingers.
The echoes of which ring through me even now.
Never was he concerned with the ridges
for he being too preoccupied with the beauty of my slopes
thought of them only as trail markers.
The songbirds in the trees of me call always for him.
The animals of my wilds stay hungry as never before.
A small fire burns constantly for his return.
Unclothed.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
If I was still alive, you think I'd be proud
of you sticking that chemical imbalance
stuck out of your arm.
The reaper be looking at you
with tears
falling from white waterfalls.
But if I was here, I'd be guarding you from
the mourning of regret.
You tried hard, but misery pushed down
on your artery...
And you tried to explain,
that you were lost
before this moment and couldn't carry the load.
But this was meant to lessen the discomfort
of me leaving you.
I'm still here,cant you hear me talking..
Pulling you back from the abyss of this, our mistake.
It took nine hours of words, dripping into your
subconscious...
your not alone, your not weak, I'll always be here..
with you.
Then you alwoke, it wanst me, but a breath of us.
Family,
friends were my arms and they gripped you.
You'll see me,
hear me in others,
your never ever be alone again.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC
To see
The dreamy waterfalls,
The creamy sky,
The shiny sea.
To see
The trees along the road
While travelling in a car
and having that fresh air
which is cold.
To see
The nature
with so many beautiful creatures.
To hear
The music of the birds
Now a days, which is hardly heard.
To feel
The fresh air
in a greenary wood land.
It is better than that of staying at home
Imagining things that would never happen.
The happiness of going out in the nature
never have realised in the days
of living in a house like a wooden cage.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
a sweet
little french
fry to
dip in
her basket
when 'tis
Spokane in
a thrill
nearby to
enjoy the
river of
nesting pine
in this
spectacular view
of spring
with ours
in design
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC
Let me dream,
Let me dream,
Dream of a place,
Where joys have crystalize time,
Allowing me for only,
Only for a second
On eternity’s arms,
I can’t hold my sorrows still,
Who dwell restless on my chest,
A story of confessions,
My confessions.
Oh dearest, Let me dream
Oh dearest, Let me dream
Where my tears
embody waterfalls,
As rivers plant flowers,
Along banks of solitude,
As well trees,
To these wondering mountains
Of mine,
Reminding me of the simplest
Of all designs.
Oh dearest, Let me dream
Oh dearest, Let me dream
Let me dream.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC