Balloon

I think that I might fly away, in my hot air balloon,
And hide from worldly worries on the dark side of the moon;
There's but one thing I need before I float into the blue:
I need a sky companion and I want it to be you.

We'll fly beyond the storm clouds and we'll watch from up above,
I'll cover you in rainbows as we feel each others' love;
You'll shower in the stars at midnight in our special place,
I'll dry you with a comet's tail and kiss your beaming face.

Dreamy drifting panorama, changing every day,
Every night your loving smile will be my milky way,
The moon will wane before us, sailing there in heaven's height,
For nothing else can challenge our love's everlasting light.

Venus shining on us, glowing soft at our devotion,
Our daily drifting dalliance in love's celestial ocean,
I'll write you lovers' poetry, and you will be my muse,
Orion and Andromeda will oversee our cruise.

We'll sleep with clouds as pillows, maybe steal an angel's wings,
Then fly as magic lovebirds, or slide round Saturn's rings,
And should we tire of drifting and the stars all floating by,
We'll hook onto a meteor and soar across the sky.

Will you consent to be my mate on our celestial ship?
I'm ready, heart all packed with love, to last us for the trip,
Take my hand and step aboard, we're heading for the sun,
We're flying till we find the place where our two souls are one.

Poem by Graeme King