I wrote a sentence on your skin to help you see through my eyes. Under the blue, blue sky. On a window pane. About the transformation of the landscape and the white sky and the sea’s tints of grey. And that sky; was a crazy night. It is never the fast gaze.

Of all the shining, reflecting, dull. When I wrote your name in the light, a moonbeam fell through my window. The mind of the sun. The trees.