Cloud 9

I must thank you for setting off my hot air balloon. 

For the warmth you gave, for the windy push you sent my way

Because now I ascend amidst clouds and sunset sky

I see softness in the world around me 

I see the birds that seem to never fall

They speak of freedom and quiet power to rise forever higher

I see colors that seemed muted to me once

As the sky titled my chin into its rose-colored glass

They sing purple-pink hues of the heaven that you have brought me to

The wind blows a careful breeze above my fingertips

Its touch a reminder of hope and the pull of other distant journeys

Like the one you have sent me on

The sun shines in incessant rays

Gentle words of a life you have restored 

And I float higher to its grasp

Burning and hot like how I love you for all you have done

An endless rise into the clouds.