Dream Balloons
My volatile dreams morphed from mirage
into multicolored balloons,
the frame of my desiccated mind couldn’t hold.
They grew wings of soaring desire,
and floated away in the desert wind.
Through the archway of resplendent rainbow,
they flew to the halcyon horizon,
where the sunset hues pouring
from the painted canvas of the periwinkle sky,
mingled with the colors of my balloons.
They flew far in en echelon design
over the canopy of cotton cloud.
I tried to decipher the meaning of the patterns,
they made with the fabric of my fantasy,
some I could, many I couldn’t.
My balloons drifted away in the wind of despair,
disappeared beyond the edge of winter gloom.
Trudging on the time’s emotive trail,
I waited for them to become twilight tinged birds,
and return to me in spring.
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February 12, 2023
Contest : Balloons
Sponsored by : Anthony Biaanco
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