Balloon Pilot

By nina_lovatt
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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For the Balloon Pilot
We met for a moment
The moment was a lifetime
The bus was crowded
We were quite alone
The comfort of strangers
Your light touch on my arm
I felt alive
You shared adventures
Tales of far away places
With romance in their names
And spice and sweat in the air
Of journeys high above the clouds
Outside it was snowing
I was going to be late
You made me calm
I learnt from you
An egg can be many things
But will always be an egg
That magic comes and goes in a moment
But magic is always there
The bus stopped
I made my plane
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