night

i picked my fork
the silver one
then picked up 
the choicest piece of moon with it
a solid chunk of silver it was.


silver clashed with silver
it dazzled my heart
a tear or two rolled down.
i do not remember surely 
whether they were the sad or the happy tears.
sometime, happiness and sadness are just the same
they make you cry and smile at the same time.
i smiled up at you.


and then
quickly i
gulped down the moon
with a bottle of wine
aged by the cool breeze of the night.


memories became stars 
and kept shining all around