I clutched tight to the string of A red ballonIt clung to my hair, making it stick straight upA red ballonI drew a picture onA red ballonThen let the air out ofA red ballonI watched the drawing shrink on A red ballonAnd listened to the air coming out ofA red ballonI bounced and kept in the airA red ballonI went outside withA red ballonThe wind got faster, and blew awayA red ballonIt flew into the skyA red ballonUntil there was nothing left of A red ballonPlease tell me if you findA red ballon 

Crickets are chirping outsideBranches reach up to the blue skyAnd the butterfliesFloat way up high So many wondrous thingsBut the one, that makes my heart singA girl whose hair’s goldenShining like the sunHer eyes, a twinkling toneBluer than the sky Kati, you’re my sunThe brightness in my dayA day that’s just begunSo don’t set yetNo, don’t set yet Birds sing good morning to meTickle of grass under bare feetAnd the springtime airSmells so sweet So many marvelous thingsBut the one thing, that makes my heart sing A girl who’s hair’s goldenShining like the sunHer eyes a twinkling toneBluer than the sky Kati, you know you’re my sunThe brightness in everydayA day that just begunSo don’t setNo, don’t set yetDon’t set so soonOr else I’ll be left in the dark

Neither of us could tell when one song ended and the other started, for they blended together into one endless tune. To us, the songs didn’t have an end and neither did our dance. It was like the shades or the sunset that we danced in, the backdrop of the song. Pinks, purples, reds, and oranges, all mixed together to represent the guitar, piano, passion, love, hope, and fear in our song. We were creating our own melody, our own song. We were singing it, dancing it, and living it, and it lasted for an hourAnd then it ended.No, it didn’t end. It just moved on to a different part, like the sunset. The sky was still there, just in a different part of its song. First it would darken, to the navy colors of midnight, the full moon a bright hold in the sky, as the stars glittered around it. Next, the sun would rise again, slowly reclaim its place as the ruler of the sky, as the darkness turned to light. Then, the sun would shine for the rest of the day, against a blue the color of Jonathan’s eyes. Finally, the sun would tire, and begin to sink again, and the night shift would begin. Our song would continue on a different night. The sunset was our chorus, the repeating melody that held our song together. Everything else was extra verses, little things that added to chorus and made it stronger and fuller.Sometimes, the chorus would change, but it would always be there, because it was the highpoint of the song, the ****** of our story.The universe was the verses.The chorus was us.Together, dancing, free.

We look at a dot      .Not knowingThat there's a whole communityLiving on itBut maybe some other creatureLooks down on earthAnd sees a dot         .The top of a bald man's head      _Oh so smoothTiny organisms trek for centuriesTo climb over the huge hills        /\/\/\/\/\/\/Which are his hair                          We climb Mt. Everest                     /\/\/\/\/\/\/And cheer                              Another creature Walks over it smoothly                 __Not even stubbing a toe          We're hugeThe pupil of our eyes can fitBillions of miniscule living things We're tinySmall than a grain of sandIt all depends on Which side of the binoculars you're looking throughIt all depends onYour perspective . <----home to a community                  me----------------->. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\                         _____Which is the bald man's head? Which is the hilly land?

Please don't talk to me right now'Cuz I'm trying to get you outYour tender touch is nowThe claw that tore my heart apartThe secrets you whispered in my earI wish I didn't hearOf course my love's still trueBut I certainly won't tell you