The Gentle Caress of a Memory
Do you remember the heart that kindled
a light so bright it scorched and branded you?
Can you see that perfect face,
of loves truest mate of the soul?
Can you feel a hand's gentle caress
brushing against the skin
like the cooling breeze on a warm night?
I can.....
sometimes......
but then it slips away from my touch
on the wings of a long ago past.
And it is gone.
Now there is light anew.
A new kind of magic to
spread through my limbs,
reaching my tingling finger tips
and flooding through my coursing veins.
And what, you wonder, is the
cause of this light renewed?
I am.......
and I am happy.
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