flying in love

"Flying in love"
- Layne

It's much like falling in love, i mused
as i wrote so high above;
for one to fly is to exchange the verb "excite."
In both, such a thrilling view surrounds you all the while:
Penetrable columns of whispy, gentle white.
Pink gleamy glows that adorn the downy piles.
Baby-blue's the backdrop of this devine view,
A cumulous sea below me
as I drift in thoughts of you.
I can see eternity
In looking down on the sky;
I cannot see anything
but bliss as it swiftly passes by.
Higher up you take me
and the better grows the view,
It seems frozen in magnificence
In between these strangers two.
The golden sun is sinking
Behind me in the sky,
Sweetly skimming the soft display,
Imprinting elegance in my mind.
"Goodbye" kisses the blessed sun
As I soar rappidly into sacred night.
And, though I sleep not now, I dream of you,
Unexpecting and thrilled as we fly.
And I pray you're safe
And anticipate
Your heavenly smiles in my mind's eye.
The rosy whisps they drift away now,
Behind, beyond, below,
And I hope that as I dream tonight
I'll be flying into your arms.
The ground is too far below me
To keep me stable here.
But so are the clouds too gentle
To keep me safely cradled dear.
Unstable but secure
I fall on anyway
Flying high away from earth,
Falling in love with you,
Light and floating from all heavy trouble's girth.
I'm free from all the pressures
Drifting above this pink-blue twighlight sea,
And I wonder as I gaze again
If you're thinking of me.
It's beautiful, this falling up,
Both inside and above
This dreamy cumulous sea.
And I also ponder
If you're falling in love with me.
Now a dark lavendar sea's below me,
A gauzy starry sky above;
A sleeping sun is dark behind me,
As I fly on in exciting love.