Your pupil is blue and when you laugh, its muted clarity reminds me of the shimmering dazzling light of the morning that is reflected in the sea. Your pupil is blue and when you cry, I imagine the translucent tears as drops of dew on a violet. Your pupil is blue, and when, in its aura, like a point of light radiating an idea, it appears to me as a lost star in the evening sky.

While the car driver obtains an approximate view of a blooming meadow the city cyclist notices the different colors and scents of the blossoms, the smell of freshly mown grass, the swoosh of leaves of a chestnut tree, the sunlight twinkling through trees shimmering green in springtime.

Reflections of silver moonlight scattered across the dark blue lake, lending her cobalt-blue eyes a pale purple shimmer as he kissed her blood-red lips.

The ocean waves shimmer in the sunlight.

Beyond lay the sea, shimmering and blue, and over it soared the gulls, their pinions flashing silvery in the sunlight.

The silk dress shimmers in the light.

Tears shimmered in her eyes.