Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Come Fly with Me
A speck of yellow in a pristine sky
Beckoned to me to come and fly.
A kite is nothing but paper and string
But I longed to do that very thing.
The kite joined the wind in a mystic dance
To dip and soar and rise and prance.
As I held in my hand the line of the kite
To that magic realm my heart took flight.