My Red Balloon

Bounding through the field

Grass underneath

Held in my hand

A single red gift

It floats and flies

Through the gentle wind

My hair whipping behind

Like the ribbon of my treasure

Barely breathing

Barely thinking

Just running

With dearest abandon

The sun warms my skin

Blood rushing to my fingertips

The sky graces the world

With its everblue presence

I close my eyes

And soak it in

I'm finally living

And feeling for the first time

Freedom has been reached

It's being held in my grasp

Begging to reach the stars

I'll hold it forever

Reviews

[Andrea]

I love it!! Wonderful feeling of freedom that starts with such simple images and reaches the heights.