The color dazzles my senses,
they’re dense for the vague morning dim light
Impudent, I keep an eye on me.
I lose one’s way on the breezy look of this silent wave
You are enough for me.
And I become alone
cheerful to look what strikes me,
long a street that gazes me mine...
In the pureness of this light.
I eavesdrop words in this dense fluctuate of people.
I spy on strangers’ thoughts that proceed slow.
I need your eyes. Fast, fleeting.
Your gaze receives and it requires attention with buttery wit. Thus.