sometimes I still remember
                                 that night.
the night when everything seemed perfect.
        when I felt like the universe gathered us.
the night when the cold sea breeze was kissing
                                                             the stardust.
     when the Moon was calling her Sun
      and even the darkest streets were melted in          
                                                                ­            hope.
the night when we felt love like time:
                              endless and unstoppable.

-May Colde