Fly my kite


The wind was a howling wolf
sounds pierced eardrums
but could not enter
precincts of my soul
emptiness evident
it was all noise
and no words
sounds become music
with a rhythm
with a connect
with energy
to move something within
 
O wind, travel back
and find meaning
in the skies
in the planets you see
in trees you away
in mountains
unaffected by you…
Come back with a tale
of struggle and triumph
And I’ll let you fly my kite
And I’ll let you fly my kite
 

Saturday Mix – Mad About Metaphor, 9 May 2020

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