Lighter Than Air

A love for balloons

If I were a balloon.
I'd hover above your house,
but only for a moment.
My ribbon string waving right
outside your window
in the fresh spring breeze.
Goodbye, old friend.
Off I will fly
I wouldn't care where too.

Anywhere would be an
adventure for me:
Tangled grass meadows,
towering city lights,
exhausting deserts.
Every scene is beautiful
when viewed from this height,
when viewed from this mind.

I desire the feeling
of being no more than elastic.
A bright red bubble
filled with helium,
not doubt.
It's hard to be brought down
when I am feeling so brilliant.
My insides will seem lighter than air.

Drifting through my life
with a sharpie made smile.
Ignorant to the fact that
my world is covered in
pins in needles.
Sooner than I'll know it-
POP!
but at least death would be
short and painless.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think. Thank You.

Reviews

[Evita]

This is a great poem. All at once there are different levels that make me think about life. The feeling we all at some point have to not be burdened by the IQ of a human mind, both intelligence and emotion wise. To be free of this tiresome daily strife and float above all our troubles, even if life is short--if only we weren't intelligent enough to ponder our place and our longevity. Then we could be happy. But, it is all an illusion and sooner or later we will pop and die. I too hope that death might be at least somewhat like the "short and painless" balloon version...

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:)........

[Distant horizons]

Yeah, that would be nice. Remember to wave as you pass by :-)
Nicely done. Vivid and imaginative