01:02:35 27-08-2005

O the moon, so beautifully pale
The sky black and sea slowly exhales
Shower us with the glamorous pearly bright
In that wee hour of two o'clock

Our rendezvous is jammed with thoughts and the past
Should it be guilt or just a mere nervous laugh?
Must we pack up our memories and let them sink in?

Silence, o deafening silence
Shout every version of freedom

To you, I'm just a strand of memory
To me, our eternity.