The False Pool

The False Pool

Dark eyes look into the still pools,
reflecting the feathered beasts gaze back at it,
Eyes as black as coal with golden rims,
Stare back into it's vacant face,
Showing it the error of it's ways.


A steady rain begins,
Wetting it's fine black feathers,
coming down softly,
Making splishing sounds in the dark waters,
Sending up little grey bubbles,
That pop as they move across the surface.


Why he thinks,
"Why must I be this way,
Is this who I really am,
Is it okay to feel this alone",
He ponders in his little brain.


All the others are long since gone,
Before the rain began,
But here he sits a raven by a pool,
Gazing at the reflection stasring back at him,
Mocking his very existence.


The pain strains his little heart,
His love gone many moons ago,
Washed down the drain,
Like discarded food.


He's only one,
Against so many,
Standing outy as the black sheep,
The lone wolf of a lost pack,
The lone trees that whsper there secrets to him.


"Look deep within yourself,
How do you feel" asks the trees,
"Follow your heart,
The pain will go away young one,
The love you shared for life,
will return,
once you have healed the pain".


The raven listens to the wise ones words,
And searches deep in his heart,
And listens to it's words,
"Do not give up little one,
Your life will change this day,
You will be reborn,
And your fears will melt away".


"Look into the waters,
See what's truly inside you",
He peers into the water and sees a dove,
White silk feathers  driping with water,
He understands that the dove is him,
The pain changed his persepective,
And he had lost sight of who he was.


The raven now a dove,
Feels the shine of the sun upon his back,
And stares into the clearing clouds,
Into the heavenly light,
Into his new life,
He flies towards it and his destiny.