The Mystic Pool

Last night i dreamt i bathed in the mist of that mysticpool
Warm water falling then turning cool
Washing away the cares of the day
Clensing my spirt and my mind as i play

I feel at one with this majic place
Where i can come face to face
With troubles past that tore at my soul
Now they wilt an vanish in this great bowl

The sound of water touching stone
The sight of a bird, flying all alone
The myriad of colors the rainbows bring
These are the things that makes my heart sing

But lets look around us
There's beauty to spare
In the touch of your hand
When you tell me you care

If look in the dark receses of our mind
If we go deep enough, i think that we'll find
Those fears that haunt us are not realy there
Like the wisp smoke hanging in the air



Baldric

10 August 2002

 

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