Taken to that Night

Each night as I cross to dreaml’nd…
as my mind wanders from the days journeys to thoughts unplanned…
memories stir of a smile not to be forgotten and blazingly grande.

Closing my eyes I relive a kiss... hot, tender, and ever seeking remand
I revive the still real sense of silken hair caressing my hand...
Your knowing blush... that left its fiery brand.

You are here now ... evermore real... in reminiscences eternally willing to be fanned.

Uncail Ruadh 3/6/2008