My kite in the sky so high,
Above my height and eyes.
Belied the south weather in ally,
The story that touches with cries.
My black threads traveled to north so far,
Tender and lofty to the air in bizarre.
The moment I wish to last a decade,
Until my kite met in the sky its cascade.
To earth, my journey becomes hollow.
Weary of the fate I’ll follow.
Whirl winds broke my kite’s broom,
As my auditory sounds ‘boom’.
Now I’m swimming in my water loom.
Hoping my dry bones will be exhumed
My eyes are now closed to blind,
Only to be opened before the wind.