Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Hot Air Balloon

it's new, and unknown,
and expands like hot air into our balloon,
causing it to rise,
and float above the world,
with only the winds to guide where we go.
The cloth colours change as we converse, suiting the mood
and the topic at hand.
And even when it rains,
We have an umbrella,
and blankets,
and duck down low, out of sight,
huddled together, warm and dry
as the storms rage elsewhere.
And when the rain subsides,
and sunlight filters through the cracks in the basket,
we can rise again, and bask in the light,
warm, happy, and seeing the world
from a different
of view.

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