I stood at the falls of her lush blue eyes
Round, reaching and pouring inward
Spires of multiple shades rapidly descending to the bottom
Static fog lifting off the pools below calls my name
and drops mottle my face and arms

Leaning forward, through silence, I allowed the weight of my body to give in and
drop...
For a few ecstatic moments this drifting lasted,
though I could have sworn it was a solid portion of my lifetime

I glanced downward, waiting to know what my fate with this would be
And it was then that I saw these falls would be inverted --
flowing in the opposite direction in seconds.
The whole of my being was flushed out of those eyes and that existence by her lucid, full tears.
Through, up, and out. Washed to the shore of difference and put down in the sands of recollection.
I've since taken a solitary journey, taking the time to enjoy the natural beauties of the world and its Creator...even despite the blood that still flows from my heart.