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flying

a lake stretches itself out below
mountains are dwarfed by sky as i fly overhead
the world isn't so big as it was on the ground
but all i can think of is you
cities are silent grids
like childish drawings left behind
vegetation is only a splash of color
but all i can think of is you
the horizon is lost in cloud and mist
the returning sun reflects off snow and river and highway alike
as i move through the world, over it
all i can think of is you
we are what we are, only better
and the world is eclipsed by us
and i don't fly through it or over it.. i am it
and i am you and you are the world
and i will never stop thinking of you

regb
3-21-12