Swimming in a Pool of Godly Medicine

I find a path and I follow it

To a place not often found.

A clearing and a spring are here

And a maiden fair and bound.

She was bound to nothing it would seem

but still bound all the same;

She’s trapped here in this endless place

With only herself to blame.

She looks to me with ageless eyes

Naive to say the least;

She invites, “come drink with me and join me in my feast”.

A cup I see, and yet no feast

Yet still she drank and drank;

She said to me, “once you taste this your thirst will never cease”.

I went to her and began to see the pain upon her face;

She asked again “come drink with me, come here and take my place”.

Reluctantly I went to her and asked her of her pain;

She looked at me with bright blue eyes and said “many years here have I been”.

I asked her why she lingered here when all it caused was grief;

She then replied “remain I must for this place cannot be brief”.

“Well what is in your cup” I asked feeling curiouser still;

She said “this cup is full of love, drink ’till you’ve had your fill!”

She offered up the cup to me with eagerness in her heart,

For she knew just what would happen if I gave in and took my part.

I took the cup out of her hands and looked down into it,

And in there a clear liquid sat, but just a little bit.

I stared and stared in to the cup and soon began to see

All the things this cup was for and what was meant to be.

I held the cup and it said to me in a voice only I could hear,

“Drink up young sir for I am love, you have nothing to fear”.

Weary of the cup I was, for the maiden’s remorse spoke true;

But tempting more and more it was for me to follow through.

Without control I stood transfixed, unwavering was my stare;

The spell it cast would keep me there, trapped inside its lair.

It said to me “haven’t you heard? with love you must take risks;

Bring close to me your thirsty lips and give sweet love a kiss”.

I asked the cup “but what of me, won’t I end up like her?”

The maiden chimed ”you’ll be just fine, with the cup I do concur!”

The feelings overwhelmed my soul and now convinced I was;

I raised the cup up to my lips and gulped up all the love.

At first it was quite magical, the feelings that I felt;

It overtook and filled me up, I felt that I would melt.

It took one drink for me to see why the maiden here had remained;

For nothing mattered now but love, and the feeling to be sustained.

Time had ceased inside my mind, and I was hooked for sure!

For there is no man alive who could resist sweet love’s allure.

I looked inside the cup again and full to the top it was!

Again I could drink and taste the sweetness of my treasured love.

I raised the cup again and again, and always did it refill;

But now the spinning seemed to cease and everything was still.

The love turned cold and bitter now, my thirst it did not quench;

The color changed from clear to brown, and bore an awful stench.

I asked sweet love “what’s happening?  why do you reject me now?”

The love replied, “I’m fickle dear and surely you see how.

I’ve got you here under my spell and even if you leave,

repeatedly you will return, it’s magic that I weave.”

I knew without a doubt that what the sweet love said was truth,

For I needed love for something nothing else could ever soothe.

So finally love let me go only knowing I would return

For love had sparked a fire in me that would forever burn.