Pink balloons – flying up high in the sky –
now I only have you in this heart of mine.
I remember how the wind swept you away
and guided you to the far-away clouds to play.
Pink balloons – up high and touching the sky –
I never wanted to let go and say goodbye.
Today I cry because the sun is (for now) gone,
while the melody of your time still lingers on.
Always on my mind and forever in my heart.
My pink balloon-memory; my moment of art.
© Ilka Steyn, 2016. All rights reserved.