I don’t see very well.
The world is but a blurry image of itself,
The hazy colours merged with the background,
At a distance bodies and faces appear
but lacking their features.
Unlike a dream
where one forgets the milieu
and transcends the characters,
I remember the coloured backdrops
and each of the faces, blurred.
Only when someone comes closer,
do I see a face.
Your face that reflects mine
and it makes me smile.
And aside this
I don’t see very well.