The Fountain Of Mutes

Monday, February 21, 2011

Helium Filled Happiness

A balloon at the birthday of a child.
Her name floats, drifts, and bounces across each day like a party.
Tethered to the wrist of innocence,
Pulling like a leash around the neck of freedom.
The sky calls, the world spins, and life feels like it never begins.
A balloon at the birthday of a child who never ages.
I can untie the string and let you be free.
Dancing across the sky 'tis a wonder to see.
On the ground stands a life that has not moved since you came to me.
A balloon at the birthday of a child.
A reminder of how cruel life can be.
It is most free, when not tied to me.
Johanna.

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