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My heart is a balloon
Poor, tender thing
thin walls describing a space to be filled
A yearning cocooned in fragile flesh
Time has not been kind
One cruel love too many
The unbearable born.
Pricked and punctured.
Exhausted – yet it rises
Promethean rebirth each day
Sets me to sail
Swan like on the mirrored surface of the word
Let me be a rock in the foaming rush
Safe harbour, cool spring of succour
And solace
Let me give, and in giving
Receive the grace of humanity.
My heart is a balloon
Expanding as it gives
Filling as it empties
Thin walls of star stuff encompassing worlds
Beyond counting
Cosmos made flesh.
The world will turn through this lonely year
And we, poor tender things
Will see that we are not,
Are never alone.
One people, one glorious song in the expanse.
And our hearts…..oh, our hearts
Will be balloons.
Watch us rise.
Poor, tender thing
thin walls describing a space to be filled
A yearning cocooned in fragile flesh
Time has not been kind
One cruel love too many
The unbearable born.
Pricked and punctured.
Exhausted – yet it rises
Promethean rebirth each day
Sets me to sail
Swan like on the mirrored surface of the word
Let me be a rock in the foaming rush
Safe harbour, cool spring of succour
And solace
Let me give, and in giving
Receive the grace of humanity.
My heart is a balloon
Expanding as it gives
Filling as it empties
Thin walls of star stuff encompassing worlds
Beyond counting
Cosmos made flesh.
The world will turn through this lonely year
And we, poor tender things
Will see that we are not,
Are never alone.
One people, one glorious song in the expanse.
And our hearts…..oh, our hearts
Will be balloons.
Watch us rise.