Vocabulary

I look at the naked sky
and it is blue like a virgin.
Spotless it is and stark.

I look again at it and see
just see on second sight
that it is deeper than the ocean.

And you, you are not pretty
only.  In your limpid jigsaw
my thoughts and feelings sink.

How come I know you
after just a glance
and a word or two?

Beauty is the riddle we solve
in a wink, and without a word
since no vocabulary will do.