A pool amid ancient stones,
echoes softly in the gloaming light,
and stillness buys some extra time,
before day turns to night,
and under stars and eternal space,
reflections mark its life’s embrace,
and slumber finds its numbing state,
as the moon on watch, abates.
And as stars circle the heavens
and glitter diamonds upon this purple shroud,
what lays behind this vista,
what life abounds beyond our thoughts
our questions asked out loud,
as time imparts its furrowed brow remarks,
the pool sits in reflection.
As those flaming clouds just dissipate,
and their fires snuffed by chilled replace,
a sombre mood inhibits,
as water holds those glittering jewels,
and day has been replaced,
as night by moon in softer hues
contemplates its space.
How ironic the thoughts
that shift in time’s erase,
yearning to be whole here yet glaring into space,
for answers to our woes,
our constant dull malaise,
trying to master this life given,
yet seeking cosmic embrace.
The pool is still,
but beneath its reflective glass,
it remembers all the turbulence and change,
all the time that has passed,
so it sits beneath those cycles,
those light and dark pinnacles of life,
and wonders what its purpose be,
if not the remembrance of plight.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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