A Night Spent With

To my Best friend Bridget. She is still "the wind beneath my wings". And through each hand It travels its path Leaving behind a glazed eye And disoriented smile That frees the soul And the smokey room Clears- An understanding Of unimportant jokes Sets her mind in laughter. And the next one To "Come on down" Can be you. Imagine If you could win the showcase Ah,What a dream. And a pop tart Can very well Hypnotize your mind. "Bangity Bang Bang" Your dead You sleepy head. And the peace of mind Smothers your face. Leaving an indescribable urge To find the perfect pillow