Just a morning dew can wrap its arm around an ocean
in such crystal clarity of which
is defacing the space.
just a ladybug of emotion
could walk so gently on your face
like a little boat
on the calmness of waves and commotions.
You are the heart that has curled
her arms around the world
in the reverse ratios' race
between crystal clarity and space,
between an ocean
and a dew’s humble embrace.
You are as transparent as a dew,
as ordinary as every day’s sunshine,
like a danseuse in the music box of the blue,
injecting all the rainbows and hues
reviving all the wonders anew,
like the shine’s needles
inside my flesh
opening the gates of
gardens like riddles
by clues.
