Dark Pools
As I gaze into two dark pools,
I find myself sinking through space,
deep inside the night-air, as it cools,
shivering, then swept away by an invisible face.
To tread through dark waters
should cause terrible fright,
yet I sink deeper into that liquid matter
and let myself be taken in by its night.
Drifting, enraptured, through freezing waves,
for a moment, my heart stands still,
willfully wishing this watery grave
and hoping its insides the cold water will fill.
What better death could I hope for?
How else should I wish to meet my demise?
Is it possible to ever want more
than to drown for eternity in the black of your eyes?
Copyright �2004 Surey Rodr�guez