Love it, LeeJ, esp. as I used to sell specialty ad products just like that!**bg**

A friend came to visit.
In the middle of the night
She was just there.

I heard her first on the phone
After months of no calls, nothing
I said, I cannot believe it is you!

She said, I've crossed over.
I gasped with sorrow, cried her name.
No, no, it's okay, she said, it's really nice!

There we were in the middle of the night
In a room of high ceiling, warm wood
Singing, her strumming, a session of our own.

I realised there were others there, singing, too
Playing, too, a full session which filled me with joy
And, wonder that it was there in my home, though not my home.

How could this be, in the middle of the night
A stranger on the phone, then known, then here?
A dream, precognition, or a visitation?

copyright 2008 Kat LaFrance