Metallic Balloon

The balloon that floats

Though denser than air

The warrior that fought

Though cry in despair

Laughter masking the insecurities

Sorrow hiding the tapestries

Of love

Of hate

And

Of Joy

and of

Tears

Our shadow's hang high and our breath draws low

We tilt our head and lift our brow

Wondering what this new son brings

Wondering why he's whispering

Yet bellows without a tiny twitch

Of this tiny giant

Of this thundering silence

We cast the lightning rod

We shoot Apollo down

The hooded man lifts up the lamp

And guide you away from the blood deprived ram

Run to the morning of the naked rain

Run to the evening of the pouring saint

We fly with wings attached with wax

We plunge down again deep in regrets

Like leaded balloons that once flew high

Like twisted spoons warped by the mind