The Kite

The kite it soared
high past clouds
in the summer sky

the wind it blew strong
I tried I tried
to hold on tight

the string it slipped
and razor cut
my desperate skin

vainly I ran I reached
floundering, but
the wind it blew strong

I raced I ran
but the wind
it blew strong

out of sight now
I searched, hunted
across the world

what could be done
tiredness set in
for an aimless journey

a returning path
to a starting point
of a summer day

that drew in red
scar lined tissue
on tender skin

I raced I ran
but the wind
it blew strong...