She is a kite, held in his hand
Stalled on waterfalls of wind
High on cloudless waves of sky
A map below in greys and green
Chequered squares
He paints them
She scouts for hiding things
Among the green, on lonely wings
Free as a bird, captive on the string
She casts a warning shadow
Frightens away unwelcome beings
Down there, she watches him
The boy runs full tilt into the world
And ever further, still
Among the creatures made to kill
She circles, higher
unravelling the line
Dying for a pause in time
The night
When the handle
Is wrapped back up
And she is reeled in
His safety is hers to keep
Beside him she finds her sleep
And dreams of worry
Call her
About the Creator
Elsa Michaela | @surfthought
When you hear a song
One that stops you in your tracks
That seems spoken from your own mind
Do you listen and listen again?
Follow its streams until a tide,
Inside you
Rushes to fill in the small hollow parts
…Yeah, me too
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Oooo, this was so deep and beautifully written! Loved your poem!