The Red Balloon.

The inanimate object floated tentatively towards me, Red in colour and form, it spoke to me in silence, I knew then it had made me special, Tugged it did in the clear warm air, the string that held its magic, Showing me its glow of gasping breath that gave it life, Full of atmosphere yet not breathing, Never a word so not deceiving, Open and bouncing, alive and anew. Guided then there to my hand, Tugging for release. Why? I could not understand? Was it trying to tell me something? Hide me? Take me? Help me? Save me? Hold me? Play me? Life so shortened by its form. Rubber-ed, red, rounded, rasping, Clasped I reeled within this crimson sphere. Played I did though school, did bid me leave it well alone, All that was and told was I, became a non existent sky. Everywhere I was it followed, As a new found friend in need of kindness, Waited there it did for my return, Loneliness was no more an enemy to me. Whispered moments dreamed me to just fly, fly, and fly! Friends then did participate; chased me into sharing with their gate of hidden jealousy! Ran I did to save that which then gave me such belief in that which cannot be. Chased and trodden into reality! Tied they did my floating friend, Stones they threw to give it then an end! Slowly slowly, tied and beaten! Ridiculed for the magic there within it. Held and made to watch the execution, Tears did form within my loss, no retribution, For this magic could never be seen again, These so called friends cruel led me, For the magic of there childhood was lost to them! Then when dead and shrivelled, Saddened lost, all the magic gone, Laughter of my friendly enemies echoed in my mind! Tears of how then could they be so cruelly unkind? Lonely I stood in baron ground, The magic I had known? Could not be found, Then all at once in sky of blue, I saw the magic there anew! Ten thousand floating forms of rain bowed colour Snatched from babes in arms to beckon to me alone, All a myriad of wonder to show me of the beauty that I may see! Ten thousand mourners for the King of Air, Did snatch and escape to meet me there! They tore they flew amassed upon a timeless sky, They came to me themselves to tie! Carried then I was flown to a far off land, To a place where no man could ever understand. For magic there I tell you does truly exist. In the form of a million unburst bubbles