On a forest clearing we met.
There was still work to do tomorrow
In this ever-moving universe.
But I did not want to leave the starlit ground I stood on,
Nor the silver dress I whipped up, and put on.
Breathlessly
I saw a crimson rose took over my visual field.
I read the melancholy prophecy in his eyes—
The story of a man and a woman
Called "Me" and "You."
Sinking was my heart,
Rising up
Was my soul—
I had him at that moment and
That was enough.
