get moving

my eyes get moving

along with anything

displays the night, —

(a song, a pic, a story)

gazing at it, looks like

a bazaar of surprises,

blazing many profiles,

(unique, or just so-so)

one of 'em seemed as if,

furtive, it's stalking me;

i even swore were you,

but what to see it wasn't

(equable), i winked at you,

thinking you do the same,

but wasn't time to see,

cos in a wink, night flew