I sat down by the cascading falls
appearing as a spirit, no doubt
a pale, ethereal glow
in the falling twilight


and yet somehow I also was
are we not all?
in our constant evolution,
in that constant decay
but flesh that dies,
and will die
and will linger in some other.









to be lost in that blue light
its glow ever more faint,
amidst the towering evergreens
& fallen leaves


to be absolved
in the holiness of that light






here the spirits cry
for where do we turn
in our pallid aura
fallow perception


to feel the touch
of damp rock & root
of air thick with spirit
to be absolved,
in the holiness of that light


