Saturday Night

[I K D R Fennell]

Ive already entered my ‘other world’,
my space is so much warmer-so inviting,
I wish it was like this all the time,
So why isn’t it?

The night sky is inspiring as I leave,
woolly white clouds lit up by the harvest moon.
Heightened anticipation in my lifted spirits,
-don’t think just be…

Tonight it’s my experience, I want it that way.
Just me, the music and other peoples joy.
I don’t need to communicate-just feeling is fine,
just feeling, just being, just losing myself.

Im not looking for love,
loves ideal is held in my far way dreams.
This is not the place for it’s discovery,
if he arrives, he arrives, but im not expecting him.

Time has disintergrated in the moment to moment exchange
with my ficticious universe of joy.
I don’t want to address it, I want to stay forever in this intoxicating place.
I desperately search for a fix to continue this wonderous night…
how I hate this final chapter.

Illusive or not, I know ill be back,
a willing victim of this ecstatic distraction and convincing myself
Im better for it.
What alternative is there?-some claim to know.
But my world is so much more appealing-if only for a brief while