Levitation Poem by Mark Heathcote

Levitation was my dream
I thought I could do it without breaking a sweat
I prayed to Jesus because I knew
He knew, just what to do.
He didn't answer me, any way not right away
But it didn't stop me from dreaming, and visualizing.

So I scratched my infantile head
And said let's start this journey from my rickety bed
I closed my eyes and imagined I could fly
I imagined I had wings, with a 7ft span, and I could fly
I closed my eyes and nightmares followed.
And as-I-was just about to die when I learnt to fly.

I levitated up into the neon sky
And was like mercury rising in a tube of light
I counted my blessings; I'd escaped some awful fiend
A monster with gnashing jet-black teeth
A grimacing demon comes to collect my heart
Some brutish thing comes to pluck my last breath tonight

But tonight, I can levitate
But tonight, I can fly
But tonight, I can escape with my soul intact
But tonight, I can hover, tonight I can soar…
Just as I thought I could do, do without any sweat
And Jesus, you're still the first one in my prayers
I sing to when I know, I've been saved from any mortal harm.

You see I levitate whenever danger ever nears
You see I just fly whenever I'm outnumbered and alone
You see Lord, I'm just a sheep lost from its fold
Whenever I've been tethered and fearful
Lord, I want only to levitate to be near you
I only want to ascend, so as to be one day your friend

Levitation was my dream
I thought I could do it without any sweat
I prayed to Jesus, and tonight I made my first-ever flight.
He didn't answer right away
But it didn't stop me from dreaming, and visualizing.
I prayed to Jesus, and tonight I made my first-ever flight.
And from death and danger, I flew quite out of sight.
Oh, levitation was my dream, and tonight I made my first-ever flight.

And Jesus you were right not to answer me right away.
Right-away… right-away…
Oh, how now I could cry…
And levitate on high.
Oh, you're still the first one in my prayers
I sing to when I know I've been saved,
Lord, saved without a single rip in my slim-fit corduroy cords.
You see, there are even miracles jumping over hedgerows
When a levitated wind blows.