On An Airplane (At 18,000 Feet)

patches of green, shades of blue, cotton clouds floating down below, soaring like angels dressed in white, silently drifting from such a height. looking-glass mirror of the blue sea to where someday I'm longing to be; lonely mountains like giants they are, rising and trying to reach a distant star. where am I heading, where am I going? when will a restless soul stop roaming? ask the cold wind or ask the trees, ask the birds that sing, ask the bees. the lazy river flows along the way, a twisting snake like a long highway, never tired in its journey to the sea, to the home where it dreams to be. my home is your soft arms, my love, your tender lips are all I want to have; a lake of joy, like a rainbow you are, I am the earth and you are the star.