The water lilies filled this land with silence,
And stretching on the crystal,
Memories seeped from
The stars fallen upon them.
They shimmered and elicited
A silver of human dreams left to bask in,
Hoarding up every youthful leap;
(The failure always came after.)
We came and went as though they
Were paper flowers and every one was the same.
Our self-empathy has worn on them;
They are apathetic in every sense.
We move in a little sphere:
Stars are renewable, smiles are generic.
The water lilies are stale like meat left on the
Street for rodents to pick at, pleasing them.
