Face reflected in a window pane

Over my reflected face

raindrops, just like teardrops, race

and grey sky is

the colour of my eyes.

But then my eyes become bright blue

and my smile bursts with sunbeams too

as, like a bliss,

bright sun conquers the skies.

Then, when the sun begins to set,

it’s like a dream that fills my head

of orange, gold

and crimson coloured clouds.

And when the evening appears,

just like a thousand bright ideas,

my forehead holds

the starlight’s shimmering crowd.