Reflections

When I looked into your eyes, I saw a garden With peonies, and tinkling pagodas, And round-arched bridges Over still lakes.

A woman sat beside the water In a rain-blue, silken garment. She reached through the water To pluck the crimson peonies Beneath the surface.

But as she grasped the stems, They jarred and broke into white-green ripples. And as she drew out her hand, The water drops dripping from it Stained her rain-blue dress like tears.