Of a Balloon
Who knows
if it’s the moon
who fills the sky
just get inside
and away we’ll fly
over houses, clouds
and steeples high
We’ll go sailing
should you take me
tonight
in your pretty balloon
by the silvery light
and not too soon
over cities where
the flowers bloom
and yes it’s there
from far above
we become the Spring
and welcome love
.
Inspired: ee cummings
Copyright © Callisto Moon | Year Posted 2012
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