Hold me, hug me, kiss me, touch me, want me, leave me.

Ascending awkwardly skyward on wings of auburn flames,

A gentleness enveloped his soul and for a while he basked in the glory of a new beginning.

Ancient of days, the sun had surely set on his heart's intent, ahead, he felt, was the inexorable void of stoic loneliness that enveloped his heart.

Then, she appeared, like a vision swathed in loveliness, tremulous as a new born flower in the spring's heady dew of Adam’s solitude.

She fluttered gently to his side, and stayed... awhile?

Each hour that passed without her, was an eternity of pain, each tiny renewed connection spurred him on further in his quest.

A lightness of being, seemed to soar heavenwards, and all he ever hoped for, was found in her smile.

His life is changed, her coming, his renaissance.

 Lord Herbert Sarongster III December 2010