They call it the fall;
fall it is,
to the eyes that see it..
A slow descent, here I feel
a dance of elegance, grace captured
plunging down all unbound
fall it is,
to the eyes that see it..
I wait the rise
up and above;
another waltz with thee,
as long as you care for me..
its then the descent
all again, devoured to
feed the one that shed me..
fall it is,
to the eyes that see it..
