Our Moment

Silhouetted shadows of leafless trees
cast against a sky of black,
lit up by artificial light.
I can see the virgin crystals of coldness
fall upon his warm cheek
and the hatred in our eyes softens
as I see his innocence.
He sees my purity
in this world of silence.

We walk through tracks
already made in the snow.
I wonder who made them.
Were they two friends,
two enemies,
two strangers,
or perhaps, two lovers?
I wonder which we are.
Magical things can happen in the realm of the
night.
Quite often, though, the magic fades
when the light and noise of dawn appear.
But I tuck that thought in the back of my mind.

Hi hand is holding mine now
as I make a wish on a twinkling star
for this night to never end,
although I know it will.
He seems to be looking up at the same star.
Is he wishing too?
He leans over and whispers to me,
"I wish this night would never end."
As if he could hear my thoughts.

We sat and watched the moon reflect on the
ice.
Kissing softly, a certain passion was reflected
in his eyes.
His hair, soft as down, brushed against me.
The touch was gentle, subtle, almost non-
existent
and I knew that he loved me
if only for the moment.

When we parted a lone tear ran down my
cheek.
I knew it was dead, before it was born.
We said the usual good-byes.

Once and while
when I'm by myself late at night...
I wonder what ever would've happened
if we had lasted
if that night had continued on for eternity,
and I shed a tear
(As I once did before)
for what was born that night
and what died that night.
For him, for I...
for love and lust,
for all strangers, enemies, lovers, and friends
who were forced to part
by fate and by the sun
too soon
without a last kiss,
a last touch of hand,
with only a memory
of a moment
that was too short.