Icicle melting
creating a pool of water,
crystal water
reflecting back innocence,
beauty
The water is pure as is the icicle
deep, cold, full of vibrant colors
Color of dreams,
of hope
of the future.
And I see you
In the pool of life
growing more livid as the moments pass
I know you are not a reflection.
Reflections don't show as beautiful as you are.
The water is dazziling as if beckoning me
to come closer
to come inside the pool of life
To come into the light and love that you
and only you
can possess.
I reach into the water to touch you
but you pull away, with a smirk on your face
sheepishly I draw back and stare into your eyes
I see fire, I see passion, I see innocence
beauty rages on in those eyes
the more I look, the more depressed I get
For I know you are just an image, a deity
that I cannot possess nor grasp.
Beneath the surface - Eric Enwood May 29/00
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