What are the memories
but imaginations of the future?
Creations from our minds
True and vibrant from the past,
Never stale and never withers
the times of sweets and bitters.
It was on a day like this,
and late twilight sketches
when sunset drinks the skies
of vermilions and tangerines.
The heaven painted it's masterpiece
and I lay beside you smiling.
Soon the black curtains the portraits
and gave birth to thousand jewels,
our falling star was born.
Lady Artemis kissed the moon,
the queen of the night empyrean.
It gleamed to it's most gold
and silver threads to the earth.
If that night will be my days
and the time at my hands,
then forever will I lay in your arms
in a silent dream I can't forget.
