The Vision

When I think
Of us, I think
Of yanking the motor
Of our own Little Blue
Plane into life, jumping
Inside with you beside,
Leaving ground to feel
The clouds, for so long
Having been only above
Our heads, now in hand
My heart passes through
And demands to stay
With only you at my side,
Looking down on hills
Of orange, green and white.
Let us share this sight.