cloud eleven

one step up and two steps down
watch out gossip monger.
sweat and blood coat the ground
i can hold my breath no longer.

pictures ping right through my head
in countless short sequences.
i’m falling but i’m not afraid
although there are no fences.

the brightest black, the warmest cold
a moment’s hesitation.
the crickets sing it loud and bold
there’s no need for a translation.

gravity is lost and gone
and names are all forgotten.
what only counts is still undone
and silence pretty rotten

the last few lines belong to you
my one and only love.
the place where we will meet again
maybe is way up high above.

yet angels i have never seen
and neither hell nor heaven.
but if it’s true, what people mean
i will surf on cloud eleven
i will surf on cloud eleven.