Raindrops in my hair;

Cold stillness in the air.

The bugle notes pierce

Our hearts; beating fierce.

People; faces; words;

Distant; like southern birds.

Smiling to hide the fear;

Not meeting eyes clear.

Raindrops in my hair;

Blue balloons the wind bear.

The string slides though my hand

Rising high above the land.

People; faces; words.

I watch dangling cords.

Long after they’re gone I stare

Yet not with despair.

Raindrops in my hair.

Blue balloons; sun flair.

The beams burst through;

Inside, tears run true.