written on 22nd July 2015
like hot air balloons, caught on a string,
begging to leave the hand of the flier.
like whimsical love, waiting for change,
longing for the weather to extend it.
like deep blurry clouds, floating in peace,
stretching, stretching, gaping like open arms.
making every moment magic,
seeing the world while caught and held down.
shooting for the stars,
following the breeze with every flap of the wind.
a shooting star,
a coloured flicker of red in the day,
glistening by the flares of the sun at noon,
brown at sunset,
a shadow, a shape, a navy blue diamond by twilight.
like a blood-red diamond,
floated into my clouds.
floated into my stars,
and my night.
like a deep blue sapphire,
drifted into my dreams.
drifted into my world,
into a special place,
a hot air balloon.
a hot air balloon, caught on a string,
never wanting to let go.
like holding hands,
like catching fingers,
like reaching for you,
letting me pull you back at the same time,
until we brought ourselves close to one another,
like a person’s hand clutching onto a string,
begging a kite to never leave.