Days, nights, years
Dreaming eyes played
Unknown performance for the world,
So silent in slow places.
My thoughts were whirling with happiness.
My legs were weak from the action.
Excitedly believed in a miracle,
At the end of any high-roading.
That it will pass hardly
With an embrace filled more openness,
A stupid-sounding pause,
Second minute of thirsting.
How much we did not say
Already or still…One day.