Afterwards

You stare out in yellow eyes larger than my mind;
in viscous pools of joy, relaxing, we glide...
it's all too beautiful for 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 shades...
The world's too lonely for this message to slip
but between the dying rails of peace you trip.

The petals that were blooming are just paper in your hand;
your eyes, which were clear in the night,
are opaque as you stand.
You were too beautiful for it to last...
these visions shimmer and fade out of
the glass.

The petals that were blooming
are just paper
in your hand.