Rising into the Sky

Rising into the Sky

I stand outside,

Tying a piece of string around my little finger,

Eying the digit that kisses the cheek of my new balloon

I watch the wind,

Tickling my blushing friend, pleading for no more,

Until he finally relents and floats into the air with me

I feel the air,

As my companion and I fly through the sky

Reaching as high as the swooping birds and sleeping clouds

I hear my thoughts,

As each tries to cling onto the ground we have left behind

Then I ask myself, why? Why would I want to say goodbye?

As my companion and I fly through the sky...Copyright © 2006- Helen Warren. All rights reserved.