Kites soar high
In hazy blue skies
As threaded spools and human hands
Hold them in aerial orbits
Hovering over
Gleaming glass threads
The winds fight for a place
In the kite race
A sharp strike
Severes the stubborn thread
I break free onto open blue skies
As shards of glass fall
The buoyant breeze blows me
Through the clumping clouds
Cloudspun strings
Shall chase me
Stringed dreams
Sail by my side
As I fly amongst
The hues of the sky
When the wind no longer
Winds me up
I plunge into a sea of clouds
Like a sinking ship
I fall into the hands
Of stumbling, toddling life
As I awake from my dreams
I\'m a child\'s dream come true
She holds me up with her tiny hands
As a wisp of wind wafts me
And I fly like a bird
Into the sunset