8 Lead Balloons Poem by Bill Smith

Woke with the feel of her smiled on my lips
Lead balloons holding down a heart grown cold
More memories captured for rocking chair years
Her eyes scorching through cine film images blurred
Soft sign language hands piano dancing light
Words disappearing, into the night
Not ready, not ready, her mantra defence
Fearing future steps taken too far too fast
Not ready for tomorrow still pushing the past
Up a lonely hill leading to common sense fields
Where new grass waits for the press of fresh feet
The fence to high to leap without care
Seeing the promise, yet refusing the dare
Invisible, feeling the breath of her kiss
A onetime moment, a gift from thin air
Out of reach, then suddenly there

You can’t take this away, you can’t know what this means
Maybe, just maybe there is more to dreams?
Reaching for something in impossible thoughts
Fight another if only, the distance two strides
The difference between to look and to hold
Grasp the moment, a decision bold

A lifetimes birthdays fall in a shower
From the feel of her hair to rush of her skin
Nothing between the kiss and goodbye
A chasm of age shrinks to fingerprint curls
As the dreamer holds the dream......... of all dream girls