The Water Of The Deep Well... Poem by RIC BASTASA

slowly in the dark
we see our faces there
we are closing our eyes
with so much pleasure
i suppose, there is no
thinking thereonly
feeling.

i discover a new
landscape of cool grass
and green but old trees
and each leaf that falls
begins to remind me
of what i was not.

i thank you, love,
i hold you, hope.
the years come marching
in full of youth.
and this i found, not
with me alone, but with
you, whose understanding
is deeper that the well
that provide us with
water.