1 March 2012

Balloons

Balloons
Its midnight on the far side of the moon,
Where our dreams float like balloons,
Across a perfect darkscape,
Where wishes shoal like fishes,
And promises take flight,
Like baby elephants,
They won’t be forgotten;
The march of time,
The turning of the tides,
Will not diminish,
The lightness of our touch,
Or the weight of our love.
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1 comment:

  1. The glamorous eternity of our ephemeral existence captured in a breath, in a sigh, oh so beautiful. Balloons!

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