:: Rainbows and Waterfalls ::

I ran the tip of my fingers along the skin
And felt the contours of the lost world
There is no sound, or maybe there is
the breath of a distant thunder?
Lips locked, I explored the caves
For the ancient treasure
Alas there was no gold but
Only a wholesome sensation
Of less, yet more
Of empty, yet full
I marked my path
And edged forward
The jungle hides fantasies
That lure and scare
But of course the highest point
Must be the colours across the skies
So I followed the rainbow
And at last found the waterfall

And I was very much alive
In the land of the dead.