I,
Quiet Observer
of the moving air.

Your colors way
as they
wash
     through
           me.

I exhale pulling rolling seas

(the scale fish
wish and
wash
with ease)

I, Observer
of a quiet
room.

These Souls come
in and
     out
we *****!

Aged children
miss
their lullabies  
So he sang
her softly
to sleep.
Her submitting in her dreams.
(wishing it that way)
And it was
for, yes
I saw it all!
I watch the young-ins sleep!

your colors move
I interpret you!

(closed walls)

EVERYONE can see through me!
You
have nothing
to hide
     therefore.