Almost forgotten beauty of a near perfect smile

I am becoming ever aware that my eyes look but don't see,
My ears hear but no longer do they bother to listen.
The same things day after day after day,
Are getting lost in the nothing that separates them.

The ether washes over me, the fragrance of nothingness,
Beyond words I see you, my eyes still glazed.
And something switches on, reborn, awoken.
I had become the dream in the day, but no longer.

For all this, I almost forgot your beauty,
A near perfect smile graces me once again.

By Pete Scopes