It was a beautiful night
When five friends met for the first time together
Under a sky setting from red to purple
On top of a second story balcony at the foot of a city
Judged by appropriate conversations aloud
They told of the history in hopes,
The determination in dreams,
The lost parts of things forgotten
The riots, the taboo, the marches.
And then today
The streets with new fountains,
The stores, the shops and people moving in
The competition, the thoughts, the argument,
Compromises and inspiration
The stories told were reflected on their faces.
Words were in the possession of great meanings
Night toasted what was left in silence
The old friends now laughed and let their eyes hang lazily around them
The cradles of sleep began holding their memories
Sincerity had formed in the hearts hopeful that
Anything kept, hidden, or missed was not lost
When they left
Somewhere in the darkness of a half-shy moon.