My thoughts run wild as the night tiptoes
Every entity craves to see you break the silence
With divine green,
Looking at the sky,
Up in the aurora borealis where lights never cease ,
There runs a rivulet through the shallow foggy cliffs…
My thoughts turn surreal as the night creeps
And I cast a glance and narrow my eyes with surprise
While a blue spider weaves relentlessly, ignoring my presence,
What is there in his mind?
A buzzing fly or a cherished dream of El Dorado?