Footfalls Of An Impervious Lover Poem by Captain Cur

Fantastically large, the grass fed rills
winded lazily through a mountain pass,
row upon row of bright eyed daffodils
in luxuriant natural grandeur
climbed along the southern ridge, a yellow mass
interspersed with hints of pink, radiant whites;
their spirited colors, their sweet forms cast
along the ledges hanging from on high
down through the valley beneath an envious sky.

As if the sun's evening rays were sprinkled
with the uncontrolled beauty of the place
there stood a rock mouthed cave, huge, unwrinkled
where water leapt to smooth its ageless face
currents entering slow in tranquil grace,
rolling, turning, reforming from the deep,
tossing round an ever widening base;
like supplicants lapping at their master's feet
flowing into the stillness of hypnotic sleep.

What then dwells inside the cavern's cover,
between the falls, its stone heart echo beating
footfalls of an impervious lover
approaching, rising from the jetting springs
shimmering waves in eternal pleading
imprisoned within the submerging cell
in one last gasp, perpetually repeating
sensual fragments of this grandiose spell
the waters of his strength in adoration fell.