Ending

Cold

Drips echo
Off Steep
Sandstone
Cliffs

Cold
Silence echoes
Off Clean
Painted
Walls

Chill
Saturates air
In shadowed
Dark

Ravine

Chill
Empties air
In indifferent
Uncaring

House

Blackness
Consumes light
Of Chasm's

Darkening
Night

Blackness
Consumes spirit
Of heart’s
Darkening
Light

Ken Goree

The poem about the rope swing reminded me of another story about “The Falls.”  When I was a kid there was a teenager who took his life in the ravine at the base of the waterfall.  I don’t know how he ended up in such a painful, dark place.  I wonder where he would be today if someone had been able to light the candle he needed to guide him out of his darkness.