The Well, Poem by ray summer

I wandered back to the old stone well,
where childhood fears once loved to dwell,
id peer into that endless deep,
where monsters stirred and shadows sleep,

granddads voice a hushed old spell,
told of ghosts that lived in that well,
hed drop a stone with eyes shut tight,
hold his breath in fading light,
then without a word he'd turn away,
leaving dusk to swallow the day,

today i came with one small stone,
cold in my hand wornout and alone,
i closed my eyes drew in a breath,
and leapt in silence chasing death
or stories dreams or echoes past,
till splash and stillness came at last,

and there beneath the waters hum,
so many polished stones had come,
and granddad waiting there for me,
his lap a shore his smile an island.