THE MEMORY


As I lay here in this bed of thorns trying to fall asleep, my mind fades to the memory of a girl.

The memory of the one who strolls fearlessly through my mind. Casting her light, like a million candles in the dark rooms of my mind. Bringing with her warmth that would melt even the coldest hearts

Her name is DESREA, a fitting name meaning desire. Her eyes as blue as the spring sky, carrying in them a depth that is as deep as the deepest ocean, and so penetrating that they seem to peer into your very soul.

Her skin the color of the purest alabaster and as smooth as fresh silk that to touch it sends a sensuous fire through your finger tips to your heart. To hear her speak is to hear the angels singing. So warm and sultry that it brings to mind a summer night on a tropical island.

Though I know that this is but a dream it is as real as yesterday, leaving me with the feeling that I have passed through heavens gate, stood in its glorious light and held hands with its fairest angel. This has to be a dream for surely no man can be alive and survive such happiness and bliss.