For you.

Along time ago, in a different world, below a strange cloud, at the edge of a familiar pleateau.
Sharing a beautiful moment, where time stops, where reality is the encompassing shadow.
Hands snugged under warm soft cotton,
Inching ever so closer to the feeling long forgotten.
Quiet smothers the air, as we find a gift God given.
In a solemn prayer we hold on to it as our fingers trace the linen.
Now i remember. and forever i shall be grateful for your humble reminder.