Dark Pools
Not too long ago, many would say,
I would venture out to walk a certain path at night,
Not knowing where it would lead.
The path went deep into a dark wooded place,
The Moon was always bright everywhere else,
Until reaching these beautiful twin pools of water.
The forest, almost fully covering the placid pools in heavy foliage,
Looked upon the dark pools, not too far distant from each other,
Equally shaped, uniformly placid and still,
I decided to kneel down, touch each pool’s surface,
They were easily moved and warm, caressing my hand.
I thought, what would it hurt, total solitude, no one to see me?
So taking a dip in both, each pool began to glow,
Becoming more warm and inviting as I went deeper.
How I wanted to spend my life there, just to be with them.
Yet, each time I had to leave, coming back in the same routine,
On the path, the gracious pools ready to be loved again.
But, each time I came and went, those beautiful dark pools,
Became stranger and colder, as if they never wanted me near.
Taking a swim in each, it became ever clear,
The pools did not want me; they were unsuitably cold and dark.
Finally, I knew the day had come, the dark pools no longer welcomed me,
I figured that someone else was their one true love.
I never came back to that path, not wanting to linger in the past.
I had wanted closure from the wondrous dark pools,
Though now and forever, it will never be.
To those who may be walking the same path and not leaving those wondrous pools,
I hope that you never lose their warmth or their welcome.
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