Three Seasons and Ten Moons

For three seasons and ten moons
you drew buckets up from the well of my soul
and repaid me with a wish and a kiss,
but no rain to refill me.
And each time you dropped in a penny
I also made a wish
That you would draw your water from me every day,
For I loved to see your face
and its reflection
on my shimmering waters.

I refused to let anyone else drink
from the well of my soul
for fear that there might not be enough for you
whenever you decided to come.
And there was no rain to refill me.

You promised me that one day
you would build your house
next to my well,
for you so loved seeing your reflection
in my shimmering waters,
and you were so thirsty.

Yet the wishes that you made
reflected other dreams.

One day you stopped coming
to draw buckets up from the well of my soul
and I had no kisses, no wishes, and no shimmering face.
For everyone needing water I rejected
so that there would be enough for you and your house
to drink of me forever.  
But now there is no house,
no reflection
and no rain to refill me.