Bokeh

 

On the road at night,

Losing focus of the sight,

Blurred dotes of lights,

Immaculately formed, yet still not clear,

Only visual, no auditory sound to ring the ear,

And as they come near,

May be I will be blinded by this aura, so incandescent,

Sometimes they seem to me like bubbles of air, so nascent,

These bokeh render me my path and give it to me as a present,

Colors of many shades,

With ability to form many shapes,

Shining blurrily, in the black night drapes.