with wings of silver so airy and free.

So charge on oh spirit of my fiery flight.

Cast upon me your desires of the approaching night.

Yea, that I too may feel the harmony of your tender solitude.

Dance on…dance on my winged endeavor,

But stray not far from within my sight.

Share…touch…fill me now with your rapturous love

And warm tender convalescing light,

 give unto me your maddening  euphoria

that slays me again and again for days untold.

That you may grace my weary mind and bones,

For they in mortal time have waxed dim and old.

Oh take me now upon thy silver wing

And fill me with your love and a new song to sing,

Gather to me, touch me and in a sweet whisper,

Deliver your all unto me,

Show to me that you are indeed a reality

something tangible to touch, and see.

For I am yours for all of eternity

my sweet spirit of the night

My spirit of my fiery flight.