Cloud Nine

Here, to my right on cloud nine, sits God, finding my match. He's back down on two. I take the stairs, the elevator's full. Back on two, we reconcile, thinking back to long conversations of us, and you, and our future as one. I had so much love to give, but it seems I never had enough. I'd tell you how much I love you, but I can only write it. So I'll put you next to God, on cloud nine. I'll take my place, besides you, and inhale your scent. Back on cloud nine, I am free again.