Always flying in the sky, in my dreams
or just a thought, I fly so high I cannot
think of nothing but a kiss away from
God's sweet face.
Flying high is what I do best, I collect
all my words I write, from the deep
blue yonder, creeping into me from
every direction.
It is so true when I say I do not think
of words I write, words are written in
the fluffy clouds I pass in grace.
In the clouds I fly everyday I carry my
giant envelope of white, carefully putting
each word tucked safely away, for the
time inspiration comes a knocking.'
