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.