Water Falling

Water Falling

So she swims her last stroke,
as a rushing river.
She begins her angry fall
into a gushing glitter.

And now we watch in awe
as her body is sliced on rocks,
her dewy form cascades
until she bleeds misty water.

At last she is nothing,
but streaming silvery ribbons
all giggling and babbling
slipping over pebbles,
swallowing up whole boulders,
and like a water drenched phoenix,
she rises from her bubbly grave
and swims once more,
as a silent river.