Angel Falls
The river
coolbrimming
on the verge
and water
falling in pool
to merge
A Goddess kneedeep
in foaming surge
To reach the sea
her greatest
urge.
A silver cascade
her seven veils
A rainbow crown
her diadem.
Her feet
are clad
in slippers
bubbling
Each dropp her Lord Sun
diamond doubling
Made of the mist
her fairy wings
In sideflows with mirth
she constant sings.
In center in torrents
her avalanche rings.
Priest drops
in her cup to the
sun off'ring
(The sea is her love
The sun is her God)
to Jeannette H
and to the people of Peru)
HORSESHOE FALLS
The cliff
the river's
serene blue
does ignite
into a curtain
of foaming white..
shanti becomes shakti
***
(shanti Sanskrit for peace
shakti Sanskrit for the power of God)
Saiom Shriver
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