The Black Balloon (Tribute to Alan Rickman)

Always in our hearts

The Balloon

A black balloon sores up through the trees

Up through the clouds

And sores with the breeze

A black balloon sores high beyond

To places not made

By the flick of a wand

This black balloon is not that new

It’s faded and marked

But still has a hue

This balloon has been held by many

It made everyone smile

The poor and the wealthy       

The black balloon is on its last endeavor

We will watch it go

And remember it forever.

 

~In Memory of Alan Rickman~

             1946- 14/01/2016