Kites

by Dewayne Allday

No one ever knows

How the wind blows

Except those who see it

And those who feel it.

No one ever misses it,

Except on those hot days

When the mouth runs dry

And the kites are flying

In that bright blue sky

And you look up once,

And you look up twice

And you see it dance

And you say per chance,

I might hold it in my hand today,

If but by a little string,

And kiss the sky

And take up wings.

Such a beautiful creation,

A heavenly temptation,

Whisking through my hair

As if fingers in the air

Saying, "Come with me if you dare."

But I can’t, said the blind man.

I can feel but cannot see,

I can walk, but cannot fly.

Breathe it in, breathe it out,

You cannot speak of it without

A gentle blush, a gentle sound,

A gentle thought that turns to doubt.

God, where are you?

Please hold my hand,

And take me through,

This dry land.

You know my heart,

You understand.

Don’t let me fall,

I’m all I can. You made me here, and took me there

You hold my strings, you know I care.

You loved me then, please love me now.

Don’t let me fall, I’m all I can.

Don't let me fall, I'm all I can.