Imagery in my past history

Standing on the edge of a waterfall over looking a lake standing tall

silhouettes of clouds ripple out across the surface tall trees morphing out in the distance

feeling free with the ancient sound as the waters crashes and resounds

thunder rolls out across in the atmospheric ceiling my vision is lost

taken back at the beauty to behold silent drops of rain dimple the images perceived in my brain

upon this majestic storm listening to this earthy song my mind lingers on into a lost world of perception where imagination controls every image of the young and old

spirits ride on the whispering wind there thoughts slowly slipping through the clouds past across the sky a magical moment and I am just along for the ride

so deliciously familiar but all to similar a recollection of my past

at the waters edge I am lifted through the sands of time I am sifted out across the surface of the water my visions are drifted along with my moods which are uplifted.