Nothing so whole could ever be
As pure as your crystal blue eyes
Or this Prana that hits my brow
Dancing on my temples and I
Once saw the village of the sands
Reflected in the shallow space
Near the bottom of my glass

I still remember what you told me then
A whisper of a liquid breeze blown past
Your hands ascending out of where
Crystal shadows of fingertips pry
Clawing deep into my garden vines
Casting demons out of my lies