Five miles up, above the clouds,
The
world has a different perspective as I
Swiftly
ride on a cushion of balmy air
Over
mountains and rivers, valleys and fields.
Rushing
back to your waiting arms,
Your
ruby lips, your honey hair,
My
thoughts adrift roll the minutes to
Hours
as countryside hurriedly passes below.
Someone
engages polite conversation
Attempting
to speed up the passage of time,
But
I prove to be quite inept as a listener
Lost
in a mindset of home and you.
Constantly
seeking your face in the clouds,
Watching
for shapes that remind me of you,
Placing
my trust in a guardian angel to
Bring
me back swiftly and safely home.
Fate
is the keeper of many a secret
And
trust is a champion who knows no defeat.
I
travel safe on the wings of your love
In
row twenty-three, window seat.
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