Kite

Up in the heavens
Over this mortal plane...
Watch me glide with hovered wings.

I can feel the winds rush
Around this surreal fin
Of satin paper, wooden frame;
Lifting up my hollow skin.

Be my navigator.
The tides of the air restrict me.
Take my hand through the skies...
I can only fly by your gentle love strings.

Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

Region, Country: Manila, PHL

Favorite Poets: R.S. Thomas

I guess you've read it before I may have posted this on the old neo site. Just a little piece for the Valentines atmosphere. :)

Thanks for the advice I'll give it a thought. Changes in syllable counts tend to alter the whole piece's emotion and delivery. Thanks again :)