Eyes

Looking into the horizon early this morning, then staring straight into the east, when the sun rises, when I rest against a walldrobe on the terrace, when I start leaning against the walls, I see the scarlet color on my palette being added, which is red bright and I smile at the sun and ask him to add the scarlet on your canvas too. The sun smirks at me and says that I have been shining insatiablly strong all these years when I look into the eyes of your life to color the lakes on this earth. The sun paints it blue and the eyes go hazel and blue. That makes me smile and the whole day is again, the blue.