All My Favorites from 1980-1996

CLOUD NINE

I've walked upon the cloud called nine.

I've fell to the depths of hell.

I've listened to my heart to find a sign.

I've listened intently, for the ring of a bell.

Still I walk upon the cloud, 

looking for answers where I am weak.

But one thing is clear when every night falls.

I'm resting intently but listening for calls.

Listening to me but hoping for more.

I look in your eyes and know what is in store

Living to hold you and feeling desire

spirits get lifted from nine even higher.

Michael Widdison

Feb., 1994