Layers (III)
She had anchored herself to the quiet mountain
She had roped herself to the rushing wind
With urgent desire she fell between them
A waterfall of two worlds in blend
She would cling to the mountain and jump for the sky
And tilt the sunshine to rainbows in spray
Her roaring of layers would pour into song
Crashing in passion day after day
Her life's splashing movement of falling and flying
Would each morning burst into overflow
Then gurgling, trickling, polishing rocks
Daylight would fade, her waters would slow
Completely devoted to both of her suitors
But holding them both, she thought it unfair
Pureness of nature, her still-wild waters
Fully in love with the land and the air
Unable to choose between halves of her heart
Her home would grow cold, the lands become dark
Loyalty and lust, her titanic disease
Combined the worlds and caused the Great Freeze.
