One Day Thought
I don't even remember the color of
the stars or the color of the moon
the night I first met you.
I don't remember the color of
the silk or the color of the beads
on the dress you wore.
The faint sparkle of a starry night
enveloped you.
Last night I was able to meet you again,
and with you I descended into
the moonlit night rocking in the ark.
The shine of the water surface was
reflected on your white skin.
Ark of dreams, take me once again
your dreamland.
Memory in Moment
