Sing to the red clouds:
Brilliant heart to a summer sunset.
Skipping along the boards
of a long-forgotten path,
A warm breeze snakes inside my head,
Turning my wayward heart
Like a lost helium balloon,
I rise higher and higher
Till I am no longer visible
By beings earthbound.
Closer than ever to the silver moon
Of a stark night;
Stars erased by the man-made lights
Of the pier,
Commanding attention beyond the short-lived thrills
Of the rides.
I am enfolded in the damp breeze,
And wonder what I could have been
If I were elsewhere, elsetime,
Stripped of the longing