On the skyward elevator

 
Put down the pale stick
Ceased the tap and the click  
Felt the jet pack on my back
could I fly unattached
carried aloft  
for if you are blind, left one sense behind
a firmament behind closed blinds
whispered braille, felt it lift the dark veil
dissolving menthol lozenges, that canopy invade my core  
images defined, paint on the blank mind
carried aloft on the song of a bird
as Eros was lifted before he returned
as the pull of a kite that tugs on your hands
escape terra firma, free gravities clamp
imagination free rein, a hot air ballon
the seas truest reflection and carries its ink
and feeling are floated and fly unrestrained
as you rise through the horizons  
footlights glare, the theatrical stage  
below the firmament, sky from edge to edge
the backdrops and fly screens of the world
painted with weathered clouds
cower through drum rolls of thunder
stung by hail, swarm like violins pizzicato
the elevation of senses. shutters with images
projected, poetic magic inscribed
all other senses provide
where love lets you soar, just holding hands
the sky my boudoir
each kiss a sparked star, no planetarium can hold par
Jesus touched my eyes
with sight fantasized