Fly With Me. Poem by Fay Slimm

Enormous and glistening, coloured brightly
With gaudy dyes stand ready the balloons.

Basketed, bobbing and light wind just right,
So come fly with me. Let us waft, zoomed
Up with flame to airy expanse, rising
Inflated to freedom. Aloft, floating
With ease, gliding together in skies
Of rapturous haze. Sailing in love-boat
Will carry us far over seas, rocking
Us gently to Islands where passion fruit grows,
And flowers fragrantly strew profusely dropped
Petals aground, perfuming our bed. Low
On the horizon our paradise lies
Come, let us glide slowly in flying-boat
Dream and silently escape, you and I.

Shall we now choose a balloon noteworthy
Of claim, largest and best for safest flight,
Coloured with passionate reds. Let the dawn
Find us skyward. Shall we fly then tonight,
Make love in the air and land by morning?

Secret escapes can be made this way, balloons
Are an ideal means. Come fly with me soon.