its about a balloon |
I saw a blue balloon passing by a window, and wondered where it might be going? I stretched my neck from the window sill. Down below on the tarmac, and sorrow. A small child struggles between awe and regret. The balloon is not troubled And would have said so, If only that little boy’d understand. Don’t my actions say enough? We do not speak the same language It wobbles as if shrugging, The child gathers a crowd through alarm bells and tears yet is comforted without love or belief Mothers and Fathers gather to watch and remember what it was like to be free The balloon of blue bewildered and buoyant set its sights on the big yellow orb Looked all around, and wondered what had become of its knot and its holding cord. “These are my chains!” It calls from afar Waiting for an answer from that great, minor star. On how to get out and to brake through the clouds, that linger languorously. Perhaps that’s how You’ve climbed so high? It thinks as it wiggles in the pale blue sky. “This is the anchor that held me down there This is what all men dread and fear.” Release from their shackles and soar in the breeze. To take hold of stars which seem out of reach? The cord that the child held fell from the knot That loosened and opened as the balloon breathed out. The big yellow orb Laughed as he passed “Why must they hold on to things that won't last?” |