You are the sound of silence which is but isn’t,
the moment of happiness that doesn’t last forever but is fulfilling.
All the love that God has said is forbidden,
I see you suddenly become no sin.
The memories of you I want to keep in a jar full of fireflies,
even when the flies leave the jar
you and I become the moving sky stars, twinkling.
Deep enough to exits with no dirty tales,
they were utterances yet I could confess.