Post Last Edit by truly at 6-3-2012 22:56
The Kite Player
Clouds blue, grey and orange
And colors of rainbow after the rain
Stringed paper kite soaring high
In dire ascends to the distant sky
Trespassing the silent space
Cold heart lining the sea breeze
For I am the kite and you the player
Bird without wings, slave to a master
Drown in my desire for you
Dreamed of places the eagle flew
But you have the string wrapped around your wrist
Tug and pull as you please.
For you the master and I the slave
Prisoner of my own wish.
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