You were like a flower in a peaceful corner
free from the world in a timeless hour
I felt the cold fold leave my hand;
a dying hope on a mound
lying atop a pile of sand

I watched you wash away
like a soft stone melting in the river bay
I wish I could stay on the shore forever
and not leave like bad weather;
Your memory turning to a cloud
about to gather regrets and sadness turned bitter

Your beauty and my vanity
turned dead romance to wistful misery
Through shaded panes of rose coloured glass
blue stains on my eyes dimmed as the soft dew on morning grass

To see the world through painted eyes
to gaze at the colours of the sky
a dark and cold universe
of unspoken treacheries and secrets
mirrored in ourselves