Beneath the waterfall's

I cry only beneath the waterfalls so that not even I myself; can tell the tears from water. It all washes away and there are no tracks to be traced back to the eyes which weep. I cry only beneath the waterfalls so that my tears are washed into a lively flow of nature Why not set loose the ugly, pained tears into the wild waters that jab and thrash amongst the boulders along the bottom of the fall Where my tears can storm about and throughout, live a little while longer Which in turn, my cry becomes BEAUTIFUL My cry becomes silent My cry becomes an illusion My cry becomes nothing to remember once they come to a halt beneath the waterfalls. I cry only beneath the waterfalls