I wrote this traveling in an airplane heading towards chattanooga for a week's stay with friends. I was placed in first class for some reason so I was able to stretch out and sleep for a while. I had a flight at 5 am and much rest was needed. Around 730 the sun started peeking through the clouds and the view was absolutely spectacular. I felt compelled to write and these words blurted out on my paper:
"At a high altitude the aircraft lingers in the clouds waiting to land, like the letter addressed to you that I never delivered. Still resting in my left blazer pocket I tend to send it as soon as I land. The distance now refuses to be a problem, and I race to find transportation. The taxi in which I drove to your place demanded a fee no more then twenty dollars. Such a small price to pay, I ring the bell at your front lobby door with flowers purchased with the change, along with a letter in which a heart was to be given. I see you're not home and I wait hopelessly on the cold front steps of your downtown apartment."
I decided if I ever was in a band and had to do the artwork for the insert, I would write a sappy poem for each album...like this one.
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Did I mention that we miss you? I am so sosososo envious that Shaun will get to see you all. Be gentle with Mason. He's my timid giant. Scared of strangers, babies, and bunnies. Yet, he is mild, sweet, the embodiment of shalom. I send him in my stead.
That is a good idea. You should make an album just so you could write sappy poems. Except I honestly don't think that is sappy...
Sem I still have one more ticket to see the doves. It's all yours if you want it.....
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