Like a favorite

Song which conjures

The memories of

Past intimate times

When I took

Your hand and

Lifted you from

The chair and

Like a rainbow

Appeared from nowhere

For nothing more

Than to brighten

Your cloudy skies

I pulled you

Close to me

Moving there in

The middle of

Everyone else like

Two heavenly orbs

In the heavens

Dancing the slow

Dance of creation

I remember you

There then now