Behind invisible eyes


His skin is too pale
his eyes are as blue as the sea
his hair always moves like the waves
this is how it seems to be.

It breaks the heat
It lights the crystals
Like a ghost he is,
the ice it makes up.

It takes the very few leaves
left in the trees
leaving the naked trunk,
blowing the seeds.

It isn't colorful
happiness it doesn't express
but it has a special feeling
and sophisticated sense.

Like pain it comes
like love it goes
makes me feel confused
of what I'm not sure.