Pools
Her eyes dove inside me and took me prisoner
and my poem inside took form because of her.
Her eyes pulled me into her deep mysterious pools
to a place for enamored poets or a place for fools,
and I lost my self but my words became clear
as I rose up to a higher place, a higher sphere.
From her pools I saw deep into mysterious places,
the same I saw before but with different faces;
the familiar trees but with leaves that became dancers
that danced to the winds to the works of sorcerers,
and the birds sang love songs with an unfamiliar rhyme,
and took me with them through space and time,
and the mountain peaks began to melt and run down
as I climbed up with my spirit up to heaven bound,
and her aura touched my soul with sainted feathers
as she stood by to give me love and bless my endeavers.
From her pools into rivers that flowed either way
I dove into her deep mysterious eyes unafraid,
for I became a poet touched by love
and wrote new sonnets from the touching.
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