Balloons

Pillars within, pillars without,
I remember you, a blade of grass, now and again,
A note, hanging on a melody,
Pausing, levitating for half an extra beat.

I remember you.
There, you disappear again.
A vapor, destined to haunt.
Be my boulder, be my balloon.
Wherever you must be, make me go too.

— Ziggurat