Photokeratitis

And if you squinted you could see
A couple walking distantly
Like figments of a fog

Their haloes wrapped concurrently
Beneath a bearded, wizened tree
They spoke of love so mystically
The breeze it settled instantly
As if in raptured pause

Throughout their moonwalk melodies
The sun did shine so splendidly
Oh dream oh heart oh ecstasy
The world passed by so quietly
Hear birds allowing you to me
Oh God it hurts so much to be
The sacrosancht melancholy
Of being half a whole

And while they spoke the scenery
Did curl up in a winter freeze
And shriveled up its ancient leaves
Then headed to the coast

And if you squint today you'll see
The sun-blind spot of memory
A couple walking distantly
Like figments of what was
They faded just because