On this ungodly hour
when you are deep in dreams,
I go down
to the unsleeping city
where the skyscrapers
are built from fantasies
and the roads
are made of stories
of heroes
who brought lost citizens
home.
Up I float
from my desk
through the windows
on a blue balloon,
sailing down past the oceans
to the realms
beyond consciousness
where you wake
with a dear smile,
waiting for me.
There beneath the waking world,
I take you in my arms
to dance
our silly little dance
under trees of gold
while the Earth spins
momentarily out of reach,
just until I’ve sneaked in
the sweetest kiss
on your sweet sweet lips.
On a Blue Balloon
January 28, 2022
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