In the abysses of your eyes

Launching myself

To take a little trip and realize

Trying to make sense.

 

I will probably find colours and

Infinite kindness,

Delicate magic imaginary hand

Giving soft caresses.

 

Or will it be a chaotic symphony

Precious music

Sweet anarchy you make pretty,

Beautiful archaic.

 

After all maybe it’s better not to.

Gracious aleatory

Makes part of why I love you

So surprise me.