If through the brambles you carefully file,
deep in the dark wood a clearing is found.
Away from the outside bustle and sound,
hidden ‘neath the canopy a long while,
there a still pool of cool water waits,
its surface a clear and sparkling mirror.
Look deep in its midst – the world is clearer,
and your trouble and worry it negates.
Leave your clothes on a flat rock at its shore,
and slip down through the ferns and the damp moss
’til your body is wrapped in its soft blue,
letting its silken caress melt your core,
slowly dissolving your sad sense of loss
and leaving behind only what is true.
08 MAR 2003
for LJ user anoisblue
