Author Joan Warren: Poetry – Niagara Falls and Me

As I stood beside the rushing water
and stared, enchanted,
aware of its power and strength,
awe-inspiring, heart-throbbing,
I felt drawn by its hypnotic power.
Churning, leaping, splashing,
ride with me; it says while rushing past,
turbulent in its effort to plummet
and reach its destination.
I stood beside the rushing water.
Listening, silenced by thunderous sound,
a continuous roar, ear-splitting,
drowning voice, I stood quietly.
thoughts receding as water raced by
plunging to its aqua goal.
Breathing deeply, I felt refreshed.
and calming my mind as
cool, enveloping mist, gently,
very gently returned to the sky.
I stood beside the rushing water and wished,
energized to hear, to see, to feel, to live
with sharpened senses, strength renewed,
heart soaring with joy.
I joined the daisies growing at my feet
in waving goodbye,
Aware of beautiful, haunting memories
that will last the rest of my life.