The Magic Pool
Sun light flows through beams of light
like neon shining, shining.
The pebble cast upon the water
ripples, ripples on.
Ideas flow like bubbles in the brook
and the jewel studded trout swims on.
Come with me to the magic pool,
down deep to the cool black depths
where the skins are shed
of dark grey lead
and falls on the bones so white,
With bloodshot eyes and groping fins
to rest, to rest, to rest.
Then rise again with scales of gold
To break the surface true,
And dance in the sun just for fun
to enter life renewed.
Campbell Scott