By the light of the stars

We sat, glasses of Bordeaux in our fingers;
The sky, glossed with black satin.
We sat, and mused over yesterdays;

The light of a darkly burning candle,
Our joyous restoration;
The sparkling of laughter,
The tinkling of crystal fineries,
Our warm entertainment.

You turned into a half-smiling sigh;
“Remember the times in the eve?”
So many days have passed through the mirror,
Dances and banquets spent by the sea.

You wove a meandering look through my hair;
I played with the clasp of my words;
We danced sitting still, under the shadows of moon.

And you said:
“We mustn’t forget.
For there are so many days
Sent away in the fog of our minds;
Funny heads, those of men!
Forget all the beauty,
Solemnly leave it behind.”

Like a lotus in the sun, your joy;
Like a cloud lost in the yellow;
Like a dancer in sand.

And I remember the days;
Rolls of sticky strawberries
In wine-scented chambers.