mirror-glass pool

Pure unsullied waters
a mirror-glass pool

I see myself in her eyes
reflected in sainthood

Still and calm
yet scared and trusting

I touch her gently
notice the ripples and pause

So deep and welcoming
so clear and fresh

I drink of her beauty
in exquisite anticipation

Then slowly I enter
to gently submerge myself

And find myself
waking in another world

Diluted by her essence
awed by her sacrifice

Thankful of the knowledge
of the mirror-glass pool

No longer pure
trusting still