±±±Upon ascending the stairs,
±±±you overpowered every presence around you.
Suddenly, I became blinded to situation and circumstance.
±±±Enslaved by a possessive spirit;
±±±I moved quickly, to embrace the “Night Angel”.
±±±Your smile is warm and receptive.
±±±Tender is its grip upon me.
±±±Your eyes, dancing fires of anticipation and joy,
±±±entice me into this promenade.
Silently, I speak to you with memories.
±±±You listen and recall a place where we lived for the sake of loving.
±±±For this moment, given to its tenderness, endures for eternities.
±±±I want to be with you beneath the shade of the lean-to,
±±±or strolling a meadow under the gaze of a Weymouth moon.
Secretly, I return to the night we stood on the cuddling shores of the
Moccasin Run.
±±±Or crested our emotions in a house of flowers.
±±±These memories remain intact within my mind.
±±±They reside permanently in my heart.
±±±Their emotions feed my soul, when the hunger is great.
Slowly, I release you to the awakening masses,
±±±so, they will not be jealous of me, nor my selfish intentions.
±±±They were caught unaware of your arrival,
±±±yet, they are glad you have returned to this moment.
Seemingly endless, is the procession that passes before you.
±±±You are admired by all, and they are inspired by your touch.
±±±But, you are here because I am here,
±±±and that is a knowledge that only you and I possess.
±±±Upon ascending the stairs, you overpowered every presence around you.
Simply, following the will of your heart,
±±±and affectionately, understanding the need of mine.
±±±You have strengthen the covenant that enfolds our existence.
±±±I can only smile, while giving you homage.
±±±For you have endeared us,
±±±to this occasion.