So we wonder among verdant gardens

Terraced along the edges of the lake

Waves crest, bristling beneath a gentle wind

As the sun dashes silver in their wake

I take off my shoes to walk through the grass—

Dew crowned, it glistens and dampens my soles—

While you harvest flower’s souls through curved glass

In such duets we both play our roles

Soon you turn your camera upon me

Mementos of a lovely afternoon

How bittersweet an affair it will be

Long from now, to unearth them in my room

I will have seen you in your grave by then

Will remember the hue of dying skin