A colorful kite is dancing in the sky.
Like love, its string is tenuously attached
to you.
The gentle breezes of whimsical infatuation
take it higher.
The kite darts back and forth in the
cloud-filled atmosphere
Trying to stretch out…yet tethered by the
heart below.
Straining to reach some invisible plateau,
the string breaks.
Yearning for its freedom, now attained, it
flees.
Scrambling to retrieve the broken chord, you
fail.
Love, and all its passion, has slipped
through your fingers.