I saw a hundred million lights
But not one in focus
They shone so bright that all their colours and shapes
Blurred into one big unintelligible mass
Or the problem was with my eyes
They couldn't hold enough light,
They were too narrow, too grey
And afraid of seeing themselves in the shadows
I need another stanza for all these lights
Another stanza for shining words
Words that are supposed to gather and contain
All those beauties and thieves in the night
