She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
I stare at people when they go around
Trying to find a poem in their stride
A reason in their walks
Season on their face
What races those feet pace
As they move I am moved
Their movement excites
What makes them move?
My eyes turn blind
I see nothing at all though I stare
Lives so different from mine
Still I stare from far
This dance of life
Can I decipher it from afar?
