Carried  in Hot Air Balloons

Oh, dear friends,

Come travel with me

And see the wider world,

We will fly and tread upon sunlit clouds

On air currents paved with sunbeams,

Carried in hot air balloons.

We will exclaim over the tree tops,

And complain of the traffic

When caught in flights of migrating birds

Traveling to more clement climes,

Carried in hot air balloons.

Eating peaches, mangoes and plums,

We’ll plant unlikely orchards,

Spitting the seeds over the sides

Like unexpected compliments

Carried in hot air balloons.

We’ll float in glowing silence, spun by humming webs

Filled with songs sung in joy,

Thrumming lines played by passing time

Filling empty spaces we’d never felt before,

Carried in hot air balloons.

We will sleep on moon-washed murmurs

Covered with hearts light as warm wishes

Flowering in swaths of loving beauty

Flowing over soft-aired dreams,

Carried in hot air balloons.

Oh, dear friends,

Come travel with me

And see the wider world,

We will fly and tread upon sunlit clouds

On air currents paved with sunbeams,

Carried in hot air balloons.

Nancy France,

 June 9, 2012