Take Me There 11-24-2010
You make me dream dreams of much and such richer days.
by David Lara
The thought of you without a clue has my mind in an infinite of a maze.
Your measures have me moved in moments marvelous ways.
Your luscious lips so luminous loop me in a lock tight daze.
Your beauty has creation caught with purpose forgot and erased.
For time itself would cease to tease in its pleased mind so paced.
Reason for which the seasons savor moments shared and saved.
No confusion or crowded doubt crosses my conscience in any way.
If I may, I would take thy hand held high in harmony in any day.
Away we would go today far fetched from the face of space.
Hopes of fiery passion to finish first in the race of love's lace.