Zeniths Of Zany Zealot’s Zest

Oh the pride and passion of those
who crave to ride the sky
in this long slender, colored helium balloons,
to soar with such obsession
as a passenger in a Zeppelin,
the thrills, the experience of moving
at a slow and steady pace
across the air and above the ground.

It has been the craving
of those eagle hearts,
the ones with clouds in their veins,
they can’t dwell upon the ground
and feel content over any walk.

So they rise by the power of gas,
higher and higher into the heavens,
not swift like a jet,
but at a pace that lets one
truly enjoy the ascension.

Time has not killed
what burns inside
for the few who long
a chance to be among the few
that bounce on the wind current,
gently drift towards the horizon,
maybe let it make them occasionally crazy,
yet it is all part of the fun.