song for rufus

speared trees plunge into the watercolour brushstrokes.
tiny paper lilies float, myopic symmetry on these leaf-dappled waters.
two minds lay aside this photo
one flickering,
the other, perhaps, dormant.
light through leaves casts spots on the ground.
The sky a broken puzzle
the minds a broken dream
future an unknown quantity they lie
child-like in their simplicity
the world so open, yet it closes in.
a glance causes leaps of tragic joy, the moment hurries them alive.
one a return to the paradise
the other, a guided gift into what lay before it unknown, untouched.
they lie with minds coiled into one unit.
blinded by the beautiful creature.
blind to the hands slowly strangling them