pink balloon babies

pink balloon babies
float
by your window
in a silky dream.
they shine like candy
across the blue acres
of sky.
what does it mean?
does it mean
you want another baby?
doubtful,
not at this age
as you are becoming
one.
gingerly down the steps
you go,
holding onto
the rail in your slippers,
sipping warm milk before
bed and being
read to by the machine
as you click
it on and turn off the lights.
if only there was
someone here to tuck
you in, say goodnight.
kiss you on the cheek.
but back to the babies,
the pink balloon babies
floating by
the window. who knows?
it doesn't matter,
you're sleeping and that's
always a nice
place to be.