Kosinski

When the light shows

Through your window

I can see you there

In the mirror



Touching blond hair

That's a river

Of translucent

Liquid life



Are you singing child

I can hear you here

Just by watching

Lips reflecting

Just by watching

Small breasts rising



With the rhythm of your breathing

Im not here now

But I see you there

With your blue veins

Softly tapping skin



With the rhythm of your breathing

With the rythem of my thinking

Are you sleeping now?

I could touch your silver hair

While your sleeping child

You can't feel me here



These orange eyes of an animal (?)