Ambient reverberation of car tyres on dry asphalt,
Engines roaring their melodious tune
Never once did the noises surrounding ever halt
As I move my attention to the moon.

The moon had a different shade of blue and grey
Its light warms my shivery shoulder
Beauty is in the beholder as humans always say
But beauty is in simple things like solder.

I've arrived at a junction where stars are simple,
They are the tiny specks of unformed moon
Like the little indentation on faces known as dimples
They are the beauty of a deflated balloon.

A deflated balloon will remain beautiful
Always more than its purpose, dutiful,
For it represented happiness and fun,
No one ever looked sad holding a balloon...