The Flying Kite

In the town outside our imaginations

Was a sky and in that sky

The color was blue 

But not just any blue 

It was the most beautiful blue 

In the world

Everytime I think about the sky 

It goes back into my mind 

Or maybe it was just a disappear

It seemed like sparse choice

Of viewing the world around me

However I find that the world is 

Lonesome itself.

One day I saw a kite in blue sky

It was a big kite with its large

Triangle shape, the cloth like 

Texture. The silky smooth rope tied

Around its back.  It reminded 

Me of the afternoons I used 

To have. There was a kite 

Flying in the distance of 

The never-ending sky 

Just waiting to caught by the ray 

Of sunshine coming forth.

The last time I flew a kite

The sky was never this blue

Maybe it ended up raining

Causing me to differentiate

Between who I was 

And who I will become. 

Flying in the distance continuously

Amazes me of how life 

Is so spontaneously moving 

And for a minute just for minute

I lost who I was for a minute 

From this interesting looking kite

As my kite rose higher into impossible

Blu that I thought about how we never 

Should see our life in a light on a sky 

To see a flying kite fly again.