That Was Our First Night

That night didn’t begin at night

Strangely it began

Not until it was morning

Like the aftermath of a revolutionary song

Outside the room

When sun was crawling up the sky

You wore the sunset around yourself

Like a mysterious painting of an anonymous painter

I stood stunned

Passing through that moment

Was like passing through galaxies

You turned me into a star

With your single touch

You raised me high like a temple

And allowed me to worship you

Like a devout priest

I opened the sacred gates

After a long consummate ritual

And entered the city I had lost

Finally

I was home

Like many events in history

Cannot be precisely dated

Even by most accomplished historians

The beginning of our last night

My love

Cannot be exactly placed in time

The night that didn’t begin at night

That was our first night