Chi-Town Scribbles
Gentle touches in the night
stolen kisses under the moonlight.
In a red balloon, flying above cloud nine
two people lost in time.
On top of the world, looking out
from that rooftop I did shout.
The silent whispers no one else could hear
sent from my heart to your ear.
As I look out upon a palette of blue,
shivering because I'm so close to you,
the wind picks up as night makes its way
forcing the sun to set on this perfect day.
I start to fly up towards the moon
full of sadness as it ended to soon.
The tears fall and my eyes begin to burn
please keep my heart warm until I return.
Copyright ©October 9, 2000, K. Fink
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