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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 