Waters' colors

along the black and jagged edges of my past
seen through the ecstasy of your pain
your beautiful eyes graze toward
each shiny little patch in the middle,
like the glisten in a drop of rain or
the thinnest little seed of light,
the very first glimpse that awakens the dawn---
always falling from your eyes, yet again
to dilute these lines, stretching
colors all across my forms

what do you see in me?