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