The River shows us truth

Light ripples skim from the river in swirls;
 to softly shim, in arcs of refracting density.

The surface never hides the cellular slides.

Over rocks, into cool -near swirling- pools;
creating   peaks through liquid troughs
                             that then spill over
                        into  near quiet thrills
                      that awake our disquiet.

For the  river’s love is caught in soft hisses
-from where tiny turbulent kisses-
are given way to chaos, in an echoes “beauty” that reigns.

And   within the  light,
Where  hidden  mountains  whisper in delight
-caused  by  the reflections in the  wind-
=Reflecting  from  an erupting sun=
there are,  in severed  veins that snap
-tears  from  sol’s  majestic  reign-
=that then fall= 
– into tears-
which
quake into  an eruption of liquid shifts
-that thus displace the light:-
to  disperse  in arguments
 -just  slight!-

Nothing but a soundlessness of  fragility.

And from  here
a  bloody  birth,  of exquisite  quanta bursts!
severed  by separated beams
Into a  realm where
 we all  scream  our dreams:
-Our near beautiful almost touched reality-
where  unreal windows  made in seams
create such  strong mountains;
That then
slowly fold apart!  Because our  human  ideal

 
forces  us  to stop.

© adh 2015