The Moment Poem by Eleven Lin

In a starry night on a summer's time fly fireflies.
The moon is silent, washing down the dust.
In the woods, I find tears welling up in my eyes.
For the nostalgic, sipping the wine is a must.

Bathed in the moonlight, the spring comes back to life.
Blowing, all my memories about her start.
Her faint aroma that haunts me becomes a knife,
Piercing deep into my lingering heart.

At this moment my mind is wandering about.
Sleepless, a crow falls down at last.
I pick up a black feather, without a doubt.
Writting down all my dream-like past.

Though in sight flowers bloom and fade away,
In my mind, the moment will always sway.