For You, Waterfall

There's a ring in the bottom of a well
somewhere in Eastern Colorado;
there's a heart in the bottom of the falls
North of the Texas state line.
i wish they belonged to me.

i remember the air, cool with
the December air, repose, thousands
of falling breaths crashing onto the rocks
below my feet. It was more than the
first day of Winter, it was without.

So deep in my heart, a kiss that never was,
a stolen friend, a miracle at the well that
didn't come. An able hand without a will.
The smell of sorrow rising from the water
as it broke its way down dense, open hearted, stone.

It took all i had not to join those voices,
those mournful, sorrowful, voices of the waters
crying there way into the air. i tried so hard, so
hard in every way. you gypsied my heart,
now my feet can't be still, never settled.

The wings of the air held me steady
at the top of the cliff. Their feathers pulling
at my jacket. i climbed down without the
most jewelry i had ever bought. It glittered
silver and fire as it fell down with the voices.

Every mired step down got easier and
lighter as i left my love for you behind.
i needed help leaving. needed a spark.
i was prometheus though instead of stealing
the fire at the top, i climbed the mountain.

Late at night when i think of you
the song of the falls still rings in my ears.
The secret whisper of friends falling down
into the river, becoming part of a history
not my own, never my own.