The pool whose waters run clear and deep
Deeper than the depths of the deepest sleep
And there in fluid lucid dreams
I lean against my limitation
In the afternoon I reach into the pool
The pool whose current never rests
Never settles, never nests
And there between the ebb and flow
I glimpse my motivation
In dark of night I reach into the pool
The pool whose moody moonlit tide
Will rise and fall, connect, collide
And there in shifting beams of light
I find my inspiration