I do remember golden stars
Sparking through night the zest’s deep ways,
Enriching our eyes contact
With magic iridescent rays.
On cosy lake, the swans’ sweet dance,
Evoking music of the grace,
Was drawing up love’s country map.
I do remember colours hues
Playing Octobers’ games of fall
Through crispy mornings’ misty views
Waltzing their leaves on freedom’s call.
On my heart’s lake, waves from your smiles
Twisting to warmth the frosty miles,
Were sketching up love’s country map.
© Simona Prilogan, London, 2022