I will come and meet
Your delicate hands
At some abstract location.
Where faces cannot see faces
Because the lights are too charming
in the nocturnal traffic moment.
At some foreign corner,
I will notice the crystal blue,
The indication of deep genius nature,
Glancing at the highest open window.
Let beauty paint her way
And time run its manifesto
Through this mysterious space.
Let us meet,
Without memories, without minds
But with only
the dim instinctive teasing of the heart.
At some abstract location
I will finally touch your hands
And allow you to see.
Me as a woman that came for you.
Serendipity will be witnessed
Inside a vague reality.
Or serendipity will witness us,
A face will finally wave between the forgotten lights.