Frank Mitchell

Dear balloon,

I watched you kiss
The edge of space
With eyes that shone
Of ones and zeroes.
Languages, that no one else would ever understand.

Knowing that this is
The closest I have ever
Come to childhood dreams
Of playing in star fields.
The same dreams I share with, my father’s father.

Thank you for those dreams
Carried on stardust wings
By a sun soaked circle of
Heaven filled with helium
That rose up to dance with the angels as they make their star crossing.