The balloons have long since drifted, The tinsel swept away... The din of voices...silenced, It's just another day.
Where laughter once had reigned And cheer had once resided Where music once was heard And utopia - sighted.
But vertical, the hands of time became And icy gusts blew candles dry The mighty steed had turned up lame: Truth transformed into a lie.
Where once you passed you now must fail Life's lesson early learned - Time is not for sale. ---- The balloon does drift through clouds and haze It drifts, serenely thru the days
It drifts the nights o'er plain and hill and thru the early morning chill
Drifting to a place beyond where rainbows smile and sunsets yawn. Where misty shrouds of yesteryear - elude the desperate grasp of fear
It floats the fields and grassy knolls where fawn-like creatures bare their souls. Where perfumed flowers reach the sky and hands are held in manner shy
It sees it all from up above: the common branch of hawk and dove, A bison sipping lion's tea, a cats embrace of canary.. the boisterous bull and matador: sharing vintage, Spanish lore...
Wafting by the balloon foresees: an end to all life's agony ----
The scene shifts to a dark abyss A cruel, forbidding precipice - from which a gust escapes the void, Motivation - to destroy...
It thrusts balloon on jagged edge - a pointed branch or rocky ledge
A hiss is heard, then a cry - The lone balloon begins to die
It sinks past clouds and through the trees clutching, grasping for a breeze... while down below the rocks await - harsh practitioners of Fate...
The balloon quivers, begins to toss It's life air all but lost. And with what proves it's final gasp from balloon - a wish is cast..
And with that he fights no more and succumbs to canyon floor..
Rainclouds gather and skies do bleed drenching ground - devoid of seed. The distance darkens while winds moan dry up above the barren sky --- But somewhere, somewhere way beyond - Rainbows smile and sunsets yawn, and misty shrouds of Yesteryear elude the desperate grasp of fear. --- The balloons have long since drifted The tinsel, swept away... The din of voices....silenced,