Peace of Perfection

Quiet, in her eyes and on her skin unzipped and stepped out of the pain she's been in Sold all her dreams for a moment at sea and burned all her memory incense Roses and trees of pecans scent the air she visits in dreams, as though she was there She tells me she loves me then floats higher still I catch all my tears in my palm Whispers of long burnt out brilliance rain down on my shoulders, she settles without even a sound Her pain is a mist on it's last tidal wave My eyes fill up blue with the sea.