Floating Away Poem by George French

Gazing upon the moonlight,
Hoping for the best.
Praying for my sweet surrender,
To lay me down to rest,
Take me away,
From the pain and sorrow,
I'll continue to wait,
For a better tomorrow.
Where love is not a vulnerability,
And is returned by those who receive.
Instead of love being a weapon,
Used to hurt and deceive.

Your hand released,
The string on our love.
It left like a balloon,
To get lost up above.
Now I drift with the wind,
As your two feet stand on the ground.
I can see you walking away,
As I begin to peer down.
Not even a grasp,
A look at my string.
I guess I was just a balloon,
That didn't mean anything.

I hadn't realized it then,
It was all precious time at hand.
Time to be remembered,
Now it's time to understand.
That my string is out of reach,
As a balloon I must float free.
Still, my string always felt best
When it was you holding me.