Poetry

Moonlight Kite

By Wallace - 24 January 08

I run with the kite in the field
All the stars shining brightly
The clear, moon-filled sky's expanse stretches wide
String trailing behind me

The kite lifts as I tug and pull
A sharp jerk, I don't let it go
Now, it's soaring high

I let out more cord as it sails
Above the ground, a sky ship
Colorful in day, by night delicate
Muted greys swerve and dip

Yellow tails flutter from the bow
As I slowly release more rope
How far can it fly?

Morning star on the horizon
Near where the sun will be rising
Dawn will soon arrive

I remove small silver scissors
Which glint in the twilight
Setting the spool of coil onto the ground
I look at the kite
Kneeling down on my knees
I snip the rope and release

"Lord, send my prayers to him please"

The kite, now free, rushes away
My letter tied up with it sways
With all of my hopes

Every single word I could say
I lay my head down on cool grass
To find peace at last