Counterpoint

As cold as dust you lay
Drawn in pain-etched lines

Happiness flows as we play
In the sinful mud and grime

An ice hand lies in mine
Made fragile by world's cares

Gold laughs through willow
And delights in your smile

A single sheet covers you
Eyes unbeholding and gray

I swim through scented air
Embracing you body and soul

And in a gray room you lie
In lifelessness, withdrawn.

Dancing breezes pirouette
And dreamy together we lay.