she hides behind blue crystal
and yet I swear she can read my mind
with the same clarity
that serves to conceal her own

how is it that eyes so clear
can hold so much inside
to conceal or to reveal
as she alone decides

Oh to be the object
of their observance
and the favoured one
to receive their focus

Fortune, why have your forgotten me!
Eros, why have you denied me opportunity?
Alas, I lay in shadows
waiting for those crystal lights to shine on me
else lose forever their transparent tranquility