Memories of One

c.b. Joaquina

That night, we swayed to the rhythm of music,

Like leaves flowing gloriously amidst the river waters.

We sang choruses with unsilenced, evergreen trees,

And waited as the moon grew to a halt.

We were nymphs among humans,

Suns among clouds,

Lions among insects,

Dreams among nightmares.

That night, on those hours of solitude,

Of innocence, and of love,

We could have made ruling

The world look easy.