It's Never What You Think

I was lucid dreaming
When they brought me the corpse
A tight white bundle
With a slowly blooming rose
I heard the drip drip drip
Of IV sedation
Somewhere down hall
My left arm
Sending smoke signals
One finger drifting away at a time
I saw you then
Reflected in the lake
I tried to smile
But it was already
Too late
I smelled the gardens
Full of basil and rosemary
And felt your shadow
Cross my face
Waking, I lost all sense
Of who I'd been
The world is become
Devoid of meaning
And I only long
To be back with you