Afterwards
You stare out in yellow eyes larger than my mind;In viscous pools of joy, relaxing, we glideIt's all too beautifulFor my mind to bear.And, as we shimmer into sleep, something's unshared.
But, seeing the flower that was there yesterday,A tear forms just behind the soft peace of your shadesThe world's too lonelyFor a message to slipBut between the dying rails of peaceYou trip.
The petals that were blooming are just paper in your hand;Your eyes, which were clear in the night, are opaque as you standIt was too beautifulFor it to lastThese visions shimmer and fade out ofThe glass.