Friday, March 17, 2023

Kites and Dreams

Kites and Dreams
Abe V Rotor


Kite Flying Season, detail of mural by AVRotor

When I was young I dreamed with kites;
the higher they flew, the happier I was -
yet sadder, lonelier.

For who would like to stay up for long,
perhaps forever in the sky,
lofty it may be.

It is not always good to dream;
for a strong wind comes suddenly
and breaks the string.

And if my kite didn't fly, as it did
many times; well, dreams are
but air castles.

I loved big kites, big dreams,
until they took me away -
far, far away.

And never built and flew kites again,
yet I kept on dreaming,
of 
returning. ~

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