Balloon Pilot

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