Aviators Proposal

From an outer space,
In a flat spin,
Descend through the clouds,
"Revealed" The surface below,
A thousand rooftops,
A million lights,
Mimmick the wonder of eternal hieghts..

Your gravity has me in its grasp,
I cannot help but think, "this journey could be my last"
So please tell me...
If my feet were to touch the surface below..
Do you think your Gravity,
Could ever let me go..