Titanic Night Plus One

I can still see you standing before me, on a beach made of sapphires and ice and soft yellow sand, your long red hair wet and tangled, but so much hope in your eyes. And the rain glitters 0n your shoulders, and the sun gleams in your blue eyes. And the ice and the screams and the cold dark water are all fading memories. And I take your hand, and your fingers are warm and soft, and you squeeze my hand so tight. Did we make it through last night together? Or is it only a dream I'm seeing? Please kiss me, and let me know.... O God, yes!