I dreamed you were a leaf
floating in a bucket of water
more beautiful and delicate
than I ever could imagine
and you were exposed
at just the right time to be seen
like a little piece of magic
or a brilliant collection of sunsets
peeking through the arches
of a double rainbow
I caught a glimpse of your reflection
barely visible
in the glare of the filtered sunlight
a striking ray of colour
on a grey day
and I thought to myself
I must have eyes that see inside you
complex patterns of fragile veins
reveal themselves in the way
that some leaves crumble
they say that the most sensitive souls
fall from trees
like distilled leaves
stripped down to their very essence
whilst intricately laced thoughts
balance perfectly
in elegant surrender
under the horizon of the setting sun
and you're left living with the reminder
of how something used to be
in my dream
it's your skeleton in the mirror
just a memory
hiding in the eye of a shadow
and a gentle wind blows through my mind
carrying the leaves off
in a fond farewell
so they resemble a papier-mache bouquet
more beautiful and delicate
than I ever could imagine