Staring Out the Window

I made my way to the Airport Board my flight, destination…New York Secured my seat I began staring out the window Ready set for the spectacle display on show Lift off...and away we go Turning to our left like a boomerang-bow Above the clouds my eyes start explore There are things about the clouds I do adore As we pass over the Island of Grenada, I saw Beautiful cloud formation...encore There was a gate guarded by two Angels with spears Inside sat a King proud and fierce Flanked by Angels in garment white and clean Guarding his kingdom from us… or so it seem It was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen No dream, all real what I saw I just love staring out the window… Copyright © March 30th 2011 By: Brian Pierre-Alexander