Friday Night

You grab my hand
And pull out a sword
As if from nowhere
Expertly you carve
A passage through the streets.
I follow you because you
Are holding my hand
And running, diving, jumping,
I am flying behind you
Floating, whizzing, rushing,
No one can stop us
You are energy, pure strength
I am in orbit
I am in awe
I am in love
A white horse awaits us
Sprouting wings as we approach,
Lifting us easily into the
Ice darkness of space.
We are twinkling stars
In the midnight sky
We are shimmering, glittering
Balls of fire
We burn and we burn
And we burn out
Falling, tumbling, drifting
Back down to earth
To wake up in bed
On Saturday morning
Six days until Friday night.