Flying My Kite




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Bullion Grey I am Flying My Kite

I Am Flying My Kite

I am flying my kite,
arouse my heart to higher heights.
My isosceles triangular thought,
and circular rotating life,
tail balancing of past memories,
and lost ideas in flight.
With the strong wind of Consciousness;
I am flying my kite.

I've seen kites fly and others they twirl and spin like mine.
Kites are unpredictable,
yet I know can't fly beyond that single string of concerns,
that single line.
Hear my kite's tender fragile paper flutter,
almost tear;
see my kites color,
mostly green and some of blue,
a touch of red with a purple hue.

It took so long to get it up,
running and running breathless sweat,
hoping in trying and yet, and yet.
Can my kite fly me?
Is that something that it can do?
Has it in the short verse flown you?

I am flying my kite,
arouse us to higher heights.
Gentle wind pushes it around to the sun behind
for a moment or so I am flying blind.

I am flying my kite.

Bullion Grey 2002