The Kite

24/03/2016 by adeeyoyo 2 Comments

Post No. 917

The Kite

 

He flew higher and higher

until the cord snapped,

the sun died

and the sky bled.

On and on around the curve of the earth,

across the face of the moon.

Sharp eyes cut the darkness,

lit up the skies as he searched

and his mate waited and watched.

 

Copyright Denise G Allen, 23 March 2016 12:05