Float

She handed me a red balloon,
With which I floated to the moon
And sat myself upon the crescent smile.

Well, as the heavens welcomed me,
I suddenly found I was free
Of fleeting dreams and unwalked miles.

The stars, they dance before my eyes
But she has yet to realize
That love just doesn't work with only one.

If only she'd float in the air,
With silver breezes in her hair
Then we could sit - together - with the sun.