The night played itself
upon the laughter, those smiles
Lines enriched to the fancy hue
the mornings breath like scented dew
that drew out within my arms
the warmth of where she lay
the scent upon the air
delicate the moments share
Her Raven flock against my chest
held the dream in blissful rest
nestled tight, the candlelight
dressed the image of my sight
and found I laid in dreams delight.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph