The Air Balloon

Within the core of my psyche, I see myself

As a reflection in still water — a very unique portrait

Of a fool. Still… Not entirely who I am.

Gazing at my own face, I disappear like

Slow waves of memories


The cruel storm left. It said goodbye for now


My heart asks for new utopias, but

My inner child is leaving this grayish land

In a watercolored air balloon


She smiles at me… She waves

At the pale grown-up

Dressed in red and black.

I wave back. I smile —

I’m still lost in a fading rainbow




Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s