Always silent.

You seem to not see

The light in your eyes

How the air caresses you

And the leaves crinkle at your bay.

You seem to be naive

When your presence permeates

And the eyes that look coldly

Suddenly forget 'to-look-the-other-way'.

And yet you are

So sharp to notice

The flaws inside your skin

That you let crawl up on your sleeves.

But time is merciful,

And is patient,and silent,

It does not intend to tell

But gives you an hour-long gaze.