Green paper lines the walls
yellow beams of sunlight drape into the center...
and dance from corner to corner
reflecting fading images
Every color surrounds me
yet my full attention falls apon the quiet chuckle of the man
sitting in the center of the room
bending down to look into the eyes of a small boy
The smell of chinese food floats through the air
the restle of news papers strive to own the room requesting silence
as a couple walks through the door
oblivious to everything around them
Softly,
the chuckle dies out and the sound of laughter arrupts from a little boy as he chases a red balloon across the room
only for it to burst
as it assends apon the death trap
of a small buddah in the corner,
paper lanterns flicker
lining the ceiling as faded colors now line
the sky through gaint windows
As the door opens I hear the faint sound of the band accross the street....
a small crowd gathers to utter compliments
and toss coins into a bucket,
as if it were a wishing well
Soft tears stream down the dirty face of a small boy who has lost his red balloon
comforting words from a soft voice in the center of the room regain my attention....
which is held by the bluest eyes i've ever seen
A hand of a waiter in white
bearing another red ballon appears
as a smile is painted on the face of a little boy
pure joy as the arms that belong to the soft voice sweep up the child and head for the door
blue eyes silently drift away
as I watch a red ballon disapear...
into the crowd of strangers
carried by music played from the band accross the street
I drift down a small brick street
small white lights define each side of my path
laughter in the distance grows quiet
as my eyes drift upward...
to watch a small red balloon,
drift toward the sky.....and I watch
as red disapears into blue
yellow beams of sunlight drape into the center...
and dance from corner to corner
reflecting fading images
Every color surrounds me
yet my full attention falls apon the quiet chuckle of the man
sitting in the center of the room
bending down to look into the eyes of a small boy
The smell of chinese food floats through the air
the restle of news papers strive to own the room requesting silence
as a couple walks through the door
oblivious to everything around them
Softly,
the chuckle dies out and the sound of laughter arrupts from a little boy as he chases a red balloon across the room
only for it to burst
as it assends apon the death trap
of a small buddah in the corner,
paper lanterns flicker
lining the ceiling as faded colors now line
the sky through gaint windows
As the door opens I hear the faint sound of the band accross the street....
a small crowd gathers to utter compliments
and toss coins into a bucket,
as if it were a wishing well
Soft tears stream down the dirty face of a small boy who has lost his red balloon
comforting words from a soft voice in the center of the room regain my attention....
which is held by the bluest eyes i've ever seen
A hand of a waiter in white
bearing another red ballon appears
as a smile is painted on the face of a little boy
pure joy as the arms that belong to the soft voice sweep up the child and head for the door
blue eyes silently drift away
as I watch a red ballon disapear...
into the crowd of strangers
carried by music played from the band accross the street
I drift down a small brick street
small white lights define each side of my path
laughter in the distance grows quiet
as my eyes drift upward...
to watch a small red balloon,
drift toward the sky.....and I watch
as red disapears into blue
