Another Friday night
alone again yet not
as spirit taking flight
connects within this night
of inspiration

yet oh, the sweet sensation
that could be
if only all these fantasies
of mind were real

while I drift upon the feel
of spirits in the wind
and the sense within my cells will send
a call into the night

as memory arises in response
of nights spent in the arms
of those who dared
to open to the flow and share

the essence of this life in time
from high to low and back again
as valleys rise to peak and then
an inspiration dawns just when

we finally let go
into the flow
of all that is.

?Michaelette?