Light showers from skies made blue,
worries that angel's own clouds strew
around and round,
light shines our pools
with gold and silver, white balloons....
and magic that fills up the stew
will keep the power in the glue
thus keeping love to will her due
with gold and silver we-must-do's....
the peace in dreams of ideals that
must bleed the reams of wheels that kept
their fathers and mothers the same,
thus legacy will show their blame
and when the blue and white collide
to light the gold light in the sky
I'll hold to what my dreams inbibe
in gold, silver balloons that I
write with the showers and skies blue
woven with thoughts angel's clouds strew
around and round
to fill life's pool
with gold and silver white balloons....
copyright 2008 Rose Loya