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
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Wonderful words Thinkerbell, intend to come back as a buzzard just gliding through the sky.
Andy
Thank you 🥰
A fine metaphoric flight... look out for lightning! The last two stanzas are precious and mysterious. I really find them enchanting...
Thank you so much dear poet..I'll surely look out for lightning 😅😁🥰
I faved this so I can come back to it... a child's dream come true... sigh. That is truly lovely.
Aww...that's so sweet of you...I'm so glad you liked it🥰
Enchanting metaphors! Could it be that your inner child is holding the string of your dreams and aspirations?
Thank you for your appreciation dear poet...and you're right my inner child tugs at the strings of my heart and soul , constantly motivating and inspiring me to dream..🥰😍
Spectacular. Love the picture.
Kindest regards.
Thank you for your appreciation 🥰
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