Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Listen to your head

Like a baby rich in dreams
She floats and flies
with big bright eyes
Watch her glow
for she will grow
Either far or near
she’s still held dear
A star rich in gleams

Time has come to face endurance without the red balloon by my side. It may shortly take the form of sorrow and mourning but quickly change to be bliss by letting go and moving on. Like the boy who wholeheartedly lost a balloon by malicious people, although instead he ended up gaining a million.

A gift from above,
May your heart always feel love