star-spangled sky, 
and the night breeze whispers 
words of goodbye. 
the scent of verbena 
brings back 
all the memories of us 
under the ivory moon.

us, holding hands 
while walking 
amid the waltz of a 
thousand fireflies. 
Your ebony eyes smile 
as warmly as the rivulet flowing 
under the twilight of July.

the rustling 
of leaves and grasses 
unravels 
the croons of late summer. 
whilst our faces 
are on the verge of blushing 
under the touch of the moonbeams.

only the caress 
of your memory 
is with me right now, 
wandering alone 
beneath the same sky. 
perhaps some stories 
are better left untold.