The Balloon

Soaring high in the sky, adrift
Aimlessly, forever and ever ascending
Beyond mortal limits; transcending
Past my mental boundary, and sifts
Through the chambers of my heart that shift
And churn as the balloon denies and miffs
At the very though of descending.

Indeed! As the balloon pursues elevation
My thoughts turn to her, which in a way
Reminds me of the Balloon,
How it drifts and sways
With the wind! So elusive!
This animation: the reason behind this contemplation
Conjures thoughts of beauty and reasons to say
How it only mirrors my affection.

The height of which this balloon ascends
Escapes the grasp of which my naked eye
Can see! The distance in which this balloon could fly
Is like the unfathomable extent of my love that bends
Not to the limits of the sky!
Nor the wind
Can alter these feelings, because in the sky,
Like the balloon, my love floats on without end.