Balloon Dreams

By Daniel Helman Lee

He sits on a chipped moon eating chunks of glimmering darkness.

He looks around at stained skies and shattered stars;

He says hello to Little Dipper

Then dips in darkness a little deeper,

His fingers trail

A veil of weightless clouds;

He gazes down

And sees

Vibrating moonlight gliding

On glassy seas.

He prances over pockets of hope floating aimlessly in the sky,

And springs across, from West to East, to sit on budding sunrise:

The sun blooms with lips of rose,

She alchemize’ dawn, lead to gold,

Her sunlight beams

Like strings, to rope

The Earth,

To pull with her

The weight of the world

And bring to light

Leaked dreams

Of human beings.

And he, a dream-catcher, ropes the floating dreams

And glides down to Earth, swinging on sun-strings

To return leaked dreams

Back to dreamers, who’d let them escape

Like

Floating

Balloons,

In slumbered sleep.

By Daniel Helman Lee