As reflections of our mature consciousness
Took us back to that awesome day
When we played together
Experiencing the magic shared
As our hearts embraced the beautiful sight
Of the red, yellow, black, and white balloons
Strung together
Floating peacefully against the backdrop of the blue lit sky
Breathing under the canopy of its shadow
We too were strung together
Hand to Hand
Skin to Skin
Let's challenge ourselves not to burst any of those marvelous bubbles
Transforming our minds to once again become colour blind

Though the rooms of her heart might be shattered
Her strong will and majestic grace remains resolute
She bore the remnants of ochre like tattoos on the walls of her body
As she cradled humanity's first born with promise
Her eyes bore the ravages of battles lost
Yet her reserves will lead us into the future as a blueprint from the beginning
And she will be called the matriarch angel of the universe

Many are the vagrants who roam
The streets of my mind
They knock on the ceiling of my scull
As I ponder their plight
Restlessly climbing into my human emotions
Taring at the twines that bind us together
As they mercifully hold on to the strings
Frantically crying out
Please forgive us... forgive us
And I did

When we fall asleep at night
There is no control
Over what happens in the interim
exept for the glorious entity
Who wakes us up
To a brand new day