Electric Flight

 

There I be, walking up into plane.

About to fly sky high. 

From this height I see, beyond the we. 

What a pretty you, viewing the sea and me.

For the boy being true, yes Art Baby Blue.

Come feeling rhyme and eat your fruit.

By the time you reach and touch the ground,

The world would have heard 

And are being blessed by the sound.

Enjoyingly hearing musical notes singing fire into air. 

Electric lady loving dancing right here.

There I be, playing on the plane,

Ready to soar, sky high I remain.

From this height, I glimpse beyond thee,

Horizontal dreams, the sea, and me.

What a pretty view, my vision of you,

Reflecting the boy, yes, Art Baby Blue.

Come tasting rhyme, eating fruitful mind.

By the time you land, you star will shine.

The world hears the song, blessing sounds all around,

Each note pounding, fucking the ground.

Enjoy the symphony, fire in the air,

Electric lady dancing, spinning right there.

Taking flight, my melodical lines,

Crafting rhythmic, words go climb.

As I touch the clouds, the Earth sings too,

A tribute to live, and to love—me you.