Reflections of the Moon
As I was staring up at the moon,
I wondered about a pink balloon.
Where could it be and would it find me,
Would it have courage to come for tea?
These memories didn’t belong to me,
I was happy to set my body and soul free.
The pink balloon might never come again,
I was happy to lose it all and reign.
The Energy of Possible is to create and choose.
Am I willing to give up my points of views?
It is time to uncreate and destroy the past,
It appeared from nowhere and left fast.
Good-bye illusion up in the sky,
I was grateful to be your butterfly.
I leave in silence and send you a hug.
My journey continues on my magic rug.
Andrea Basilio Copyright
