Still In Heaven

I soar with you in white glory.
We pass the clouds, whose cotton beds
send out warm invitations.
Further up we fly, to touch the stars,
the sky,
until we reach beyond all imagination.

The we fall.

Falling so slowly, that we feel safe,
we spin as we drop
but we are not dizzy.
We are a shooting star, soaring from Heaven
to Earth.
We land and reality sets in
but we are still in Heaven.