Friday, June 7, 2013

Kite Flying, Blossoms And Bloom

Yielding blossoms bound
Coming to flower
Strands of sunbeams find their way
To peek upon my consign where
I respite

My kite plays and seeks to be seen
Lofting restless in the coil of the wind
Above and over the trees
Gazing as if jealous
Peering through the yawning of leaves

My string is spun white silk
Held captive to the earth
Where he took flight
From my hand from whence
I dispense his altitude

Pleasance encapsulates me
I am encompassed in a lazy fair of bloom
Sunshine daydreams and a parade of blossoms
My Lord has lain before me

Besides the movement of the breeze
And his push of elliptic aromas
There is a stillness of silence 
Quiet deafening demanding my attention

I think now
I will lie down
Place my hands behind my head
Shut my eyes, breathe deep
And sigh…peacefully!

Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing

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