A wave, a night.

Wave:
The silver brocade on the lining,
The night must be one lonely still.

The black blocks of unshape,
The moonlight must be brave-

To touch my forehead,
While, its whining.

Touch, Need you,
Smiles, Need you,

Are you there still standing for me,
There among those twinklers shining.

The strom would last long as it seems,
The nocturnal ships-
Floating over your heart stream,
Light house still alight.

Come to shore,
Come to shore.

I, seagull's folk lore.

Night:
Tiny dew drops,
A barren heart,
Still throbing.
I will let not go,
My heartening desires be apart.
Here it stops.

There, I met, a sun , a moon , a star,
All it strated, I lost despair.
My flame reignited,
We, only from our previous lives-united.