A sky full of balloons waiting to be caught Multi-coloured delicate rubber Varying in shape and size Long billowing streamers Trail behind them on the ground Waiting for a hand to grab hold of We run and chase after them They bob and weave teasingly just out of reach Like intangible thoughts Like emotions laid bare Eyes heaven-ward, we grasp and reach up Stretching to our tippy toes But the streamers trail through fingertips… As we fail to hold onto them We lose balance as they fly high, rise high All we can do is weep and stare up At loves long lost or missed opportunities And thoughts disappeared behind a puff of cloud… We’re left stranded, standing alone in our field of dreams Eyes heaven-ward, defeated arms hang sadly by our sides As we realise what we had hoped to hold dear Are forever gone… All Gone…
