To see

To stop and go

To move and slow

To see or feel

To start without a deal

The world turns

The scenery burns

In ashes of what to see

In the glory found beyond the sea

Is it a moment that can be measured

Is it a voice that can be lessened

The movement moves

Without earning its grooves

One day to shine onto the other

One night to wake to no bother

To see is a mystery

To wait is the history

Until the eyes tire

The shape shifts in its entire

Walking another day

To see, to listen what can I say

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~