The Well

The well invites with hollow echo,

Pennies dropped to wish.

Eyes closed to mental preparation,

Seeking fortune, luck or bliss.

 

Your voice returns your question,

Resounding vocal chords,

Answers not the seeker

With any useful words.

 

Its depth decries such faint attraction,

Luring eyes to hidden reach.

Plunge to find artesian source,

Freezing waters do not preach.

 

Drop into the deep solution,

Immerse in icy coat,

Flood the senses and the mind

Submerge then, languid, float .

 

Hidden core of beauty’s best,

Ensconced below the ground,

Salve of profound fascination,

Answers to be found.

 

Tokens offered to the deep,

Unending font of knowledge,

Worldly  treasures, minted coins;

Rejected by this college.

 

Ablution after ardent gaze,

Testifying heart’s desire,

These living waters do not dowse

The love that’s fuelled in fire.

 

Come, take my hand, together now,

Eyes open, looking under,

Such risk is worth the consequence,

Of minds that sometimes flounder.

 

Throwing pennies in the well,

Abysmal waste of time.

Throwing self in joyous union,

Makes the proverbial reason, rhyme.

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