bright reflection of the wave
moving smoothly on the way.
coming close to mirror glass
in the twinkle of the eyes.
something’s rushing from behind
like a rapid ocean tide.
with its splashes and its foam
seems that it will soon be drawn
so much close that it’s about
to create a global flood.
time is flying in the wind
with its dewy sparkling wings.
turning round it comes so clear
that the flow is so much near.
but it’s magical to see
no ocean, no sea.
like a tiny sparkling snake
river’s flowing into lake.
playing those amusing games -
search for mirror, search for waves -
be serious
with Sirius.