Here Comes My Balloon Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'll be flying in ecstasy
Over to the sun
Colorful like a symphony
I'll have much fun

Dreaming on a long ride
On to the oceans far
Each reality must hide
With a faraway star

Living is never easy
All is a longing for
Time life's are breezy
We are at peace and war

Here come my little balloon
With its inside stuff
I'm flying to the moon
For my life's a bluff

Clouds are in making
Daydreams might then fall
Longings my heart's aching
Some shall be gone at all

Here comes my dream flying
Life is a shadow
Endlessly I'm though trying
To reach to its sun and glow