Your memory is like a reflection on water,
Lacking the potent detail that overwhelmed my mind.
Only the vibrant remnants of color remain.
Tender reds, gentle blues, and bitter greens.
They\'re all contained in blurred and waving lines,
That endlessly change o\'er the waters surface.
Transposed, a cloud of sinuous depth,
Becomes a distorted line of fluid white.
As time passes your reflections evanesce.
Tints and shades run into a single hue.
Though fear of fleeting detail ripples through my mind,
I just cant help but realize the peace I seem to find.