In these woods there is a place where water
Wells to a still pool in a cleft of rock
Like crystal in which an enchantress might conjure.
To enter is to inhabit a stillness as complete
And consistent as the cool water that ponds there
Beyond the ferns that arch from the steep
Rock face of the entrance to the cave.
Looking intensely at the face of the waters
No prophecy came but that I would engrave
This image on the stone of memory
And it would remain with me always
Welling in the mind's pool, constantly
Bringing a blessing of Bride's healing springs
And the tranquility such rememberance brings.