I drink sips of pink
   never sated
   tactile blunder of light
   the movement calms down
   I bow my head
   and lay it down
   on the ground
   I saw too many colours
   now it's blue
   my steps bring me far-away
   in places that I visited
   in the dazzle of the sleep
   or during the long summer wakefullnesses
   I'd like to stick
   to the skimming light
   or become grassy expanse
   when I don't hear the sound of the flute
   on the shore of a river