thinkerbell

A Kite\'s flight

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