as I strolled through the moonlit orchards of memory

where the blossom impended on the earth

and the sprouts of spring were growing slowly

I remembered;

the wind writing symphonies to your laughter

and odes to your flickering hazel hair;

It was back then when we sat upon the long stretches of sand

before a calm sea, the waves caressing the horizon,

as I your body with the motion of my eyes

I remembered,

what it meant to be joyous and in love, the most foreign state of mind,

as the full moon controlled the tide which 

flushed away time and space from our glittering bodies,

and replaced it with the rays of the dawning sun

In my mind that moment will last forever, even if I shall not

Maybe I shall be part of a wave someday, washing away doubts

from young lovers\' hearts