...your glassy eyes,
         wide as if surprised
Of what are your thoughts 
   comprised
       as you come to realize...
The flow between you and I 
   is as fluid as
      the heavy humid sky...
         falling to assume the lake
            with its peace in place
Yet, the fluid trickles
    until at frantic pace...
        as if tears pulled by gravity
           down your face...
       a magnification of this embrace
The frantic fluid fills the canyon
    as over rocks it spills,
Abandon, as it becomes rapid
You become the captive,
    adrift...
        your eyes, 
          glassy and wide...
              as if...surprised