Columbia River Gorge - As It Was

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Do you see ghosts in the waterfall?
 
 Clouds disperse their secrets as
The moon cavorts in blue vapors.
The wind is missing
Love and laughter
The moans, the hissing
The mystic, mossy stones.
 
Salmon shadows wither
In shreds of alabaster spray.
They forget the calm of the deep.
They forget the taste of salt.
 
Do you see ghosts in the waterfall?
 
Mushrooms ponder
Vague drops of light,
Meditate
Celebrate
When the ancient trees
At last lie down to sleep
To decay and nourish.
 
The wild flow swells and ebbs and
Swells again
Tells again of the birth and
Death of seasons
Singing songs learned in black caves
To be born to bright oceans.
Eyes open.
Eyes closed.
 
Do you see ghosts in the waterfall?