watching nothing with inky eyes
you deftly avoid my contribution.
noting pursed lips and
anxious irises, I
wonder what reels your
mind is playing.
shadows move
over the lake of things long-drowned
and I think only of you.
your mind's eye
poring over shelvs of memories
and selecting one to replay
as you,
golden as the light-pools on the lakes,
high above mortality.