By Sue with titles of Spencer's Poems

hiya, sweet spence!  how are you doing?  how's judy and the house coming along?  i do hope that you're both surviving these trying times, and, knowing you, you surely are ;) ... *hugs*   so, listen, amy wrote to me and wanted me to participate in a special "poetry for spencer" group write that she put together ... well, i'm not good at being a "groupie" ;) , so, instead of writing something for her little venture, i decided to do something just special for you ... yes, i have NOOOO problem whatsoever if you post it in your journal, but this is done as an "I love your friendship" thing ... this poem was created by YOU (unless, you wish to call this a collab between you and i ;) ) !  i thumbed thru your poems and created a poem using your titles, with no extra words added ... this is for you, my friend:  

Midnight Overture

When did you leave heaven, my angel in disguise?
What doth the hither say? Where do angels go to die?
Caught heaven in my net, as if you were a dream.
Might I call you comfort, where webs of dreams are spun?
Might I request a stroll by the lake after midnight?
Standing in a daze, from this mountaintop,
moon harbors mysteries, comforter of love, history's breath.
Butterflies at the door, "Sweet Liberty" uttered in heavenly voice,
Beyond the limits, as if you were a dream.
Come out and play, come play with me,
beyond the rainbow, flower of my life.
Certainly I would, you touch my soul,
trace my secret garden of peace, serenity of youth,
flakes of flames, you light my fire.
Tears washed out, seasons change.