Rapture

and you
with your voice that surely must have been a gift
from angels on high,
carry me away.
let us live and love
above
the clouds where we'll play,
surreal.
is the affect you have on me
and yet,
how could I ever tell you?
how would I ever say?
the obvious,
it's you
here we are
carrying on as before,
we laugh and tease
we reminisce
we plan for yet another day
and I,
skip off to the stars...