falling for the mists

 falling for the mists

closer to the edge of the waterfall 

the one that goes down and down

but disappears into a mist before

it gets there your life flashes before you

but disappears into a mist before the end

down there the rainbow of times gone by

where the means justified the ends 

of fingertips entwined in one and another 

falling into that which dissolved 

into the mists of longing for more mists 

for 

only in the mists does a waterfall rise

life flow backwards 

kisses end in a starting 

greeting all possibilities

the source of the river dives under 

the mountains of morning turning

over and over these thoughts that

never will make any sense

inside or outside of the mists

that are falling

and are falling still