In my golden diary 
an empty page was written, 
..with the moonlight, silvery, 
..with the sunshine, golden, 
And my empty diary 
Had then more meaning 
although it was only- 
one page of writing.. 
I could feel the wind.. 
I could feel the sky.. 
..touching my chin, 
..tears in my eyes. 

A page in my diary- 
has gone with the writer.. 
..a missing moonlight, silvery 
..a missing page of ever 

Mar. 20, 1998