Fish eye view

The starry night
moonless one
does not appear
to be twirling
in whirlpools
of myriad colors
like in the painting.


When I opened my eyes
and glanced above
I will tell you what I saw up there:

Flowers, my love
Flowers!
Of myraid types
size and shapes
bursting forth
from the dark leaves of sky
And like a bumble bee
from one to another
I wanted to fly