Sit and watch,
the world pass by,
streaks of light
and pleasure.
Eyes glisten,
as thoughts,
stream by
in pasts, presents and futures.
The glow of the city,
glimmering on the horizon,
becomes pillars of colors,
a kaleidoscope of visions.
Make myself small,
hold it tender,
as the world stays quiet,
of lights, pasts and remembers.