bizarre spectators we became
of a bizarre moonlight:
a slice of fire in the heavens
that a diaphanous line
quickly extended to the zenith of the night..
with eyes wide open
souls full of miracles
we touched the essence of the world.
indolent students of life
they slept their deep sleep
in crystalline dreams
disclosing before the daylight
everything we've salvaged through the night..
As long as you can see with my eyes...
all the human and divine miracles,
to me,will promptly be explicit.