I look out the window
and see your face in the glass
turning slowly to mine

I watch the marbles on the parquet floor
sliding in orange and blue

that dull sound of glass on wood
rolling with a slight bounce
as they tend to knock and strike one another
with a porcelain knock

running in the forest
–the tall trees–
zooming in and out of focus

a bending wall
–labyrinth of sounds–
similar to those dancing in my mind

light are the wings of butterflies
and petals in the breeze

violently happy