Pools of Poetry

Oh let me step down

into the

depths of your reflections

where straight lines ripple

and trees start to dance

where paintings form and

truth is upside down,

Oh let me dip my pen

in the softness of this water

where words have many meanings and

truth has many colours and

many ways are possible and

imperfections are allowed and the

dark clouds of

melancholic sadness

of isolation, separation,

dissipate,

and drift away in

the soft, forgiving waters of

the world turned upside down.