Layers deep we go
Into the inner cellars of hopes and dreams.
How can we possibly know
All the interlocking nooks, for schemes
Play a role in our mind's plan.
Down here, only lit by globes of light,
Its opaqueness, and the thoughts of man
Obscure like the shadows, dimming the sight.
Implications of dreams, hinting around corners,
Edges soften by our well-worn hands, always grasping
At the desires longed for - achings of the soul.
Dry pools scatter and offer no reprieve, except
The depth of the pool was never seen.
A hidden lake in the deepest inner parts
Has been waiting there, ready to refresh our hearts.
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