For Charlen

Let us seek the gentle sighs
touches soft and fireflies
whereupon our memory lies
and in the evening oftly tries
to wrap us in her splendid guise,-
      O! remembrance of the lovely scent
      amongst the dusky roses went
      running, laughter love unpent
      hand in hand in sweet ascent
      along the path of innocence,-
            Til at last in tender sight
             by firefly and firelight
             a quiet kiss I thought I might
             steal in that stolen night...


D.A.Smalley