Penseès

Standing atop,
The dizzying peak of the mountain,
Fancying a drop,
Staring at the dry fountain


Thirsting to last,
That unique cast,
Conqueror of all,
I ne’er foresaw my fall

For before my eyes,
Chilling like ice,
She stood there,
Affixed by my unwavering stare….

To be continued….

~ Dèussè