A moment, is so fleeting...

And yet in the wake lie memories, and memories, well,

our memories are made to last, and meals are left to

make from the fat of the feasts we've eaten long since past.

A time to tally things we've lost or gained,

things that never were, and things that still remain.

A place to tell your stories, a place to play out your dreams.

Upon a night, so long ago it seems, was born a memory that was all of these. so,

come take to words and ill take you to that mystical time, and ill share with you

what has come and gone, yet always will be mine.

Shades mountain, that night, as always stood fearless and high, holding firm under

weight of snow while lightning storms lit the sky, and the wind did blow, but I was

alone, safe within a rich mans lair, with a woman, toward whom I was more than fond,

A woman that was more than fair. A meek and merry maiden with an unaloating craving,

A sweet young lady waiting, waiting atop the stairs, giving me a moment to reflect.

A thoughtful expression of her true respect, and I savor it with a sip of wine. A slow

taken sip, to show my ease as I stand before the window, impervious to the whispered

threats of the wintry cold. My well acquainted foe, for here I am warm, here I am

pleased and my wants, for now, are those of this woman, my sweet Dame Noble

Sagesse.

She is soft with her words, she is wise in her prime, in soul beside yet she stands behind,

to give her grace to my pose, to ease the tensions of adventure and loose my libido while

in repose. O' a passionate waking dream with my sensual Dame Noble Sagesse.

I can feel her desire, here from where I stand, A desire I may drink, but not command. For

when this lady gave herself to me she let lie another man, Dame Noble Sagesse. As surely as

he, by surrender has engulfed me, but 'pleasure is pleasure by whatever measure' keeps

repeating through my mind, and Dame Noble Sagesse, for now at least, is waiting, and is mine.

So I go to her on up the stairs, in a few quiet steps I'm there, I take my time, I take

my pride and wine enough to share. And as I crest I hear a rumble of thunder explode and

I enter the room, as soon to see, my lady before the bedpost. " Welcome, my lord" she says

to me, "I am warm, and I am pleased..." "as am I, for the time, my darling Dame Noble Sagesse."

O' and I lived that night! But alas, that night, forever, became the past, to be lost within

the folds of time. But to be told and retold within my mind like a nursery rhyme to a restless

child. The tale of a man nearly beguiled by a nymph whose eyes and lips both smiled, but, by

so it is saved from eternity, by the eloquence of poetry, for though the past is gone and is

never to be retrieved. I breathe a breath of life to my memory of this woman, my sweet

dame Noble Sagesse