Waterfalls Of The Night Poem by Airda Jones

The water falls greatly
It cries my song
The tune of heartache
I have sung for so long

Wash away filth
Wash away pain
Flooded by excessive amounts
Of tries to save

Grounded to a whirling pool
That turns into knots
Stangled and suffocated
By one's own thoughts

But soft and smooth
It will run free its course
Leading to my knight
Upon his watery, white horse

Strides so great
And my breath so hollow
Moving his greatest leap
Across the water's shallow

Breaths in gasps
In the sparkling water shown
And a mouth of sin
I could call my own

River's tears fall hard
Kissing his ground
Lost among the pain
And so happy to be found

Rinsing the body of impurities
That dare to stain
But each tear of mine
Just as willing to claim

Pure water, use your motion
To lead him on through
Use your connection to him
I will depend on you

Bring that knight who
Has swam where my tears fall
And bring him to this mouth
To answer its call.