You make it all feel; shimmery Plain blue day turns silver-green Nothing special Everything Turns; shimmery Laugh lines drawing constellations Every small thing Bright with hesitation Just you breathing; next to me So shimmery No thing special Every thing They make it all; shimmery Rain on windshields Midnight in March A very dull gray memory Turns; to color when they walk Shimmery right where their shadow touches me They turn the ordinary Into something we can not see
