The heart though it is heavy,
may lift and bubble,
fly and drift to newer heights,
to freedom,
but such freedom
that it is short-lived.

The hearts that were free,
sink and fall,
hastily to the sharp, jagged,
rocks of the deepest crevasse
of shadow and nigh-light.
Breaking upon the night,
with little light.

Here, see the elegant ebb and flow,
of balloons and hearts aglow with passion,
love and care, that they are so delicate,
and full of emotions, which if treated
poorly will burst and fall in sadness,
hurt and pain.

These are the Balloons and hearts,
that ebb and flow to life's,
fair current and nature.