Black Balloons Floating By

Press and dry; stamped aneath a logo of their own design.... This colourful pigment melting upon red velvet seals Via the telegraph wires amid these morse code keys Songbirds, singing their midnight songs unto me!? Compositions notes to be transcribed from symbol sheets Covering myself with these their, queen size needs.... Fine silks formed about the countless threads Words spoken atop their crowned in turquoise, sweet asylums Letter heads; bejeweled tokens to wear as shining bracelets true Postmortum promises and then yes, we're wed too.... Pressed and dried; stamped with a logo of their own design Two steps ahead and side to side, within this, a poetess rhyme?! Buried between the tilling soils of her rose laden bush Planted in a portrait that she painted afore the crimson earth Picturesque, tangled amid her own twist and curls.... Spinning spools which she spun in gardens you see As she cast her fragrant bouquet webs for all to be Breathe; delusions digested through her smoke and screen!? Coloured pigments melted upon stardust dreams; red velvet Via telegraph wires of higher and highers, morse code me's.... Sealed into their blue realm desires marked in these; infatuations ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Black Balloons Floating By” ~