12:50:00 AM - Saturday, August 9, 2008
Kite.
As beautiful and unique as can be, different shapes and sizes.
Circling the sky, flying freely with the wind.
The atmosphere must be lovely up there, the views must be extra ordinary from way up high. Way up high, almost touching the clouds.
Way up high, dancing freely with the birds.
Oh freedom, how they can almost touch it.
Almost, almost freedom.
Strings attached, as the owner tugged and release.
Its a teasing game, heartbreaking game.
Every movement and every height, controlled and determined.
Stop playing, stop teasing.
Too delicate, its a handle with care.
Let the string go, let it fly up and up into the sky.
Let it see and touch the clouds, let it play with the wind and fly freely.
Strings, none need of them.
Could almost touch the clouds, could almost touch the freedom.
Oh kite. Oh clouds. Oh freedom.
s'étreignent et s'embrassent
xoxo; yourstruly