Struck from an altitude, I've never viewed the earth like this before
The white beauty of the distant clouds outlined by the blue sky fills me deeply
Where am I right now, this is not the earth I've seen from the ground
Is this heaven, a place that's completely surround

The clouds sit still like white caps that have been stopped in time, perfection
Is this God's will?
Is this what I've been denying?
Is what I needed to see to prove to myself that I've been lying?
Always questions

He always gives the questions that I have to search for the answers to
Maybe that is his path for me, a scavenger hunt of a life because he made me so curious about everything from the start
I guess this time I should answer him or have something to show for what has been put in front of me, the emotions put inside of me

Frozen waves of sky catch my eye, the white caps rage in pause
I have no words for this sort of beauty
I could try and try, compare it all to your face but I'm sorry it would not describe the scene, it would not do it justice
I wonder what it's like to be on the ground right now, stuck to ideals, places, and people  that have no meaning, stuck to them with an unearthly believing
I feel like I need to declare, I need to declare what's been on my mind since God pulled my heart back in this air
I can't keep living like I am, can't keep acting without a care

I need to be better than I have
I need to be full of positivity
I need to be full of love
I need to be what I've always been so afraid of
I need to be

Maybe then love will peak it's head
Maybe then I can grace someone's life with more than those who have come before
Maybe then I can serve my life in a manner that I should've been from the start
Maybe then I can finally find peace within
Maybe then I can

If I remove the maybes, the doubt from those sentences precious how differently will things look?

Love will peak it's head
I can grace someone's life with more than those who have come before
I can serve my life in a manner that I should've been from the start
I can finally find peace within
I can

I can be who I have always needed
I can take this moment of life where God has shown me that beauty with which he held in his own

It's amazing, this journey I'm on...
I've met multiple people speaking to me about God and thoughts that I once felt so long ago
I think it's time I quit ignoring that knock on the door that has been happening for so long
I can find that faith again
I can find my way back to the light
I can see it
I can find the peace
I can

The roar, the buzz, almost over taking the sounds of  G-Eazy playing over my headphones
The roar, the buzz, the bouncing of this bright white vessel gliding through the air
The roar, the buzz, the ears popping every so often as the lady next to me sleeps peacefully
The roar, the buzz, the leveling out of the wings to reveal a beauty I've never seen before

Pinks, yellows, reds, and oranges that cannot be replicated peak from the clouds on the horizon and make their way into my memories
A smooth, glossy table top of grey clouds holds up this beauty that I have yet to see in my life
The winding rivers and lakes appear like a stream of water from my windshield or a puddle on the side walk from up here
This sight manages to soothe the uneasiness of my stomach and mind as we continue to make the climb
What a sight to behold

To be this high seems almost impossible but here I sit with my head about the clouds making my way to a distant home away from home
To be this high makes me feel blessed for what I'm embarking to, a journey he surely started me on long ago
To be this high, to see the beauty of this sunrises makes me want to believe again
To be this high, to see the beauty from this vantage point makes me ponder if this is what God behold in his own eyes

What a thought and beauty to behold as he might, the sunrise from god's eyes, from his height
I am nearly moved to tears as I sit next to strangers who have fallen asleep, not even making a peep, missing this beauty that my eyes hold in their gaze but the mind will keep with me for many days
I'm full of wonder like I felt as a child, the idea of being this high to me is just wild

Is anyone else feeling this way in this moment?
Is anyone awake to see what I see? What God wants us to see? What he needs us to see?
What would it be like to sit this high way up in the sky on a cloud of grey that's slowly turned to white and be within god's eyes?

The list of my wondering just continues to grow and grow so much so that it seems like my mind will not slow
The colors grow much more vibrant than just a moment before....was it a moment or has it been almost the entire flight?
I feel that I've lost track while gazing at the colors and white clouds that are stacked on one another
Who knows where I am or who I'm above, maybe it's a friend I haven't seen in a long time or just the sleepy world beneath me

Does a pallet of colors exist to recreate this?
The colors continue to peak and grow further than I could have imagined
I wish I could show you the pictures I've just taken in my mind
I wish I could share these images with you but I cannot describe them any further and the images are only mine to be had
What a blessing that is though, what a story I can tell you as soon as the rubber meets the concrete again

I'm far off from landing however, I'm glad too....because I want to gaze upon this through his eyes forever
Is this what looking through his eyes would be like?
I don't have the answers to nearly all of my questions and that's fine with me
I need to go now, I have more memories to make
I have much more to see

I've become it......the feeling that has no feel.
No description of this feeling, the manual did not say.
The instructions aren't here, Ive checked it a million times.
Please don't let this be the moment where I wrecked it because I didn't expect this.  

A word that relates to nothing that cannot be elaborated.
This does explain the jumbled mess of thoughts in my mind, thoughts filled with the death and Devine.
Everything is nothing and nothing is everything, no feeling, no reeling the mind.

Devoid of emotion from the subconscious.
Devoid of emotion, my heart does not feel you, can't stop this.
Devoid of emotion from a twisted mind that isn't thoughtless, I haven't got this.
Devoid of emotion, please God won't you just stop this?

I've forgot less that's not a mess **** it I digress into my mind deeper than lochness.
The screams that keep dreams flowing through streams like smooth cream into my coffee darkly beam.
Have I made sense to you yet of my emotion filled regret that hovers over my covers and spills from my mind?
Maybe I haven't gotten that far yet...

The eyes grow weary of a feelingless feeling, cascading how this happened through my mind, my ceiling.
The body has been here before, when a fall to my pillows is all I want in store.
Couldn't eat today though I never felt hunger, I tried but it just wouldn't stay and that's the most I've felt all day.
The day grew long but clearly I have no theory to what brought about a feel with no feeling.

Desensitized from my eyes.
Desensitized from my lies.
Desensitized in every sense of the word.
Desensitized, numb....

.......it's not what I deserve.....


                      Numb.

I just want to know if you'll dance with me...

I just want to know if that would make the difference.
I just want to dance with you and move with such vibrancy.

I just want to feel you close to every bit of my pulsing heart that yearns for your touch.

I just want to swing about like Danny Kaye did way back in the golden age of music and dance.

Would you want to dance with me?

Would you be my Vera-Ellen?

Would you dance about in that beautiful blue dress that matches your eyes to the T.

...would you dance with me?

Vera, like you, was a blessing to dancing.

To twirl in a manner that is captivating to one who watches it is a trait so rare.

The passion with which you dance does not escape from my mind.

Will you dance with me, I'll leave my extra left foot behind.

We can dance to no music if you'd like.

Let the sounds that play in our minds be the soundtrack to our silent waltz.

Our feet, our minds, our hearts in sync, will you dance with me.

This was just a thought I had on my mind.

Who knows if I'll ever get that chance.

I just wanted to know if you'd like to dance...

A man chooses his weapon of choice at a young age, at least this I do believe.
Many choose the sword, others the pen, and more often than not most choose a game as a weapon, their vice.
Then we have a very few who choose the path that many wish they had taken.
They choose a weapon to work with that uses their hands to create sounds that will twist and grasp the minds of men into feeling again.
Often it is made of wood with metal keys that are often cold in the beginning and grow  warm with sound as the hours pass.
Then we have those cast from hard metal pulled from Mother Earth, the brass, the silver, the copper, the nickel.
The weapons that in olden days signaled the end of dynasty's.
These weapons, which God has deemed the audible sound for the end and also what he deemed worthy for the beginning
Cool, smooth as silk, reflective by nature, reflective of the heart when one pulls the strength to wield it.
Pulled from a sheath to wake the heavens like many have before and placed back into its slumber when one decides the damage is done to both the world and themselves.
You see, this weapon takes just as much from those who use it as those who hear it.
The pouring of the heart, the mind, the person's energy create every bit of power to destroy those listening....or bring them back to life.
No other weapon does this.
No other weapon possesses this power.
No other weapon will ever be like it.
No other weapon will be what it is...

Perfect.

If you walked up to two doors, one push, one pull, which would you choose and why?
Would you push the one open because that journey would be easy.
Or would pull with all your might because that journey is more appeasing.
Two doors that lead to the same place but how you get there is you choice, both run at a different pace.

How could this simple choice be so complex?
You have two choices, one is all you get
This shouldn't be so hard to decide, take the time to think before you pick the one that abides.
You've been this way many times before, what makes this time different?
It's just two doors.

Would you decide that the push is worth the shove with the possibility with running into someone who dropped their glove?
Would you be rude and pushy like the life you've been leading just to fly through the door to what it is you think you're seeking?
Would you push harder than you thought you could?
Would you push gently like when a dancers feet greet the wood?

Would you pull and pull and pull like a fool who plays it safe in every situation so you can see what's coming before you?
Would you reach your arm out to full extension, feel the metal on you fingers as they grip with all that's in them?
Would you pull it towards you and feel the breeze and experience a chill that shakes your knees?
Would you pull with the hand you dominate with or switch it up to train the opposite?

Once you've made your choice to either push or to pull you walk in to the spot whose choice has left you gasping for a breather.
It's a small, open space where you think you've found what you've needed and you did it with grace.
Before you, though, stands something you didn't expect to see....another door.
What do you do now, there's only one choice and it's directly the same as what you decided before.
So what's the answer, the one from the moment before.
Think carefully, do you push or do you pull and walk through the door.

She asked "if you were the poet and I were the words, would you write me out so delicately that you didn't miss the verbs?"
"Would you laugh at the lines between which you see?"

As if I had a wonder, I tried to muddle through the thoughts within me, I tried to answer these directly.
I wouldn't know how to start, most of my words fly right out quick cause they're ready to depart.
How do you answer questions that are not meant for you?
Do you try to be the poet and make those words come true?

If I were the poet and you were the words I would throw out all the questions, my answers would simply be absurd.
I would write what's on my mind, speak what's in my soul.
I would tear down the walls with words so true and pure, words that would make the heart stir.
I would take the words I've learned over the years and do what I could to help ease your fears.

If I were the poet and you were the words I would keep on writing and writing until I reached a point that at the least exciting.
I would edit out your errors but they're not what I call flaws.
I would craft the words so delicately, like the ones you speak so eloquently.
I would start you out with a sentence or two and give you time to simmer, then finally come back to you.
I would start you back over if that is what it took, I would feel the eraser motion of my table as it shook.

She asked, "if you were the poet and I were the words, would you leave me unfinished? Uncharted?"
If I were the poet and you were the words I would come back in time to finally finish what I started, to give you what you deserve.