HELIOS, HELIUM, HEAL ME

© J.A. Storey -Taylor 30/11/2002



She cried aloud, 'Hear my heart's plea:

As I release this, let it be

The final act to set me free.

Helios, helium - heal me.'


The sun had been so warm, so bright.

To reach and touch it seemed so right.

When she did, she quickly learnt:

To touch the sun means badly burnt.

The air had been so sweet, so pure,

There for breathing, she was sure.

When she did, she quickly knew,

She'd breathed not pure, but toxins, too.


Her man had seemed so great to find -

But who he was, was in her mind.

In holding him, she quickly learnt,

It wasn't just the sun that burnt.

Her love had seemed so fine to give,

But people need their hearts to live.

In loving him, she quickly knew:

To love's not pure, but toxic, too.


She cried aloud, 'Hear my heart's plea:

As I release this, let it be

The final act to set me free.

Helios, helium - heal me.'


Yet, time and distance didn't heal

The burning love she, still, could feel,

Or rid her of her bad affliction

Of the toxins in addiction.

She tried and tried, time and again,

To stop the loving, stop the pain,

But mind and heart still kept her captive,

Could not forget, could not forgive.


Not knowing what else she could do,

She took a balloon, in shades of blue.

She hoped, if she should set it free,

As it soared, so would she.


She cried aloud, 'Hear my heart's plea:

As I release this, let it be

The final act to set me free.

Helios, helium - heal me.'


As she released the blue balloon,

She found the time was, still, too soon.

She watched it drifting in the sky and,

Still, she couldn't say goodbye…


Then tears fell...

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