Memory of a Night

I remember just one night
in the bus, sitting underneath
a broken streetlight
the hazy smog and shooting stars
destined to become the memory

then lightly ever did snow fall
upon the pristine avenue
and lifted the spirits
of two lonely kids
sitting in the bus,
underneath the broken streetlight

and amidst the fogginess
the stars did brightly start to shine
and awaken in us a chance again
to forgive and our souls reside
in a heaven or an earth
of a dreamlike fantasy:
where worlds unknown
and lives unfold
and from Nature appears
an exquisite snow