long lost nights

How I love those magical nights that materialise unexpected. I love drinking till dawn surrounded by friends old and new. It's not that I would want to do it all the time, but my desire is still, after all these years, awakened, riding a wave of tequila and tiredness till dawn.

Something happens in those wee small hours though, as my body temperature and my blood sugar levels drop while sunrise arrives. While my soul soars and all life glows with luminescent joy, a joy in which I am dissolved; my self feels exposed, edgy about attention. Still, as long as I am secure in the shadows, observing, I am all at one.