Waterfall    
©2007 Debra Fotheringham

Don't be scared
I don't bite.
But I might consume you.

You knew this
as we walked along
and I was silent.

The river drifted on by.
It was closer to you than I
had ever been.

You said to me, "You are a waterfall, and I could drown in you."

You would talk.
I'd watch your hands,
but I could not meet their demands.

I'd part my lips.
I'd want to speak,
but my words failed me.

All you heard was the cold,
and the river drifting near the road.

You said to me, "You are waterfall, and I could drown in you."

How many times will I hear,
whispered softly on the air,
before you disappear...

"You are waterfall, and I could drown in you."