Pastels and circles
Lights on a wire
Balancing babies
Absense of time
Dreaming of mother while they hover
Sun rays blanket them while they dream
Line stretching out over the city
People below will carry parasols
Blue babies on the line,
Happens time to time,
La la la la la
Fragrent breeze of mother's broken touch
Lures them in from miles,
Once in awhile
Eventually she realizes,
Tight-rope walker she becomes
Careful not to shake the pins loose,
Steady she steps with her arms out
Balancing