Kite Flying In Night

A healthy milk-coloured lad flew A stars-eyed red-white striped gay kite Into the ocean blue free sky Up, always up in heaven's gate Fellow fliers, the friendly foes Their near visits create a smile: Sweet in lips- bitter air in nose Loose insatiable hugs, so vile. Up and up, it goes, faint and faint The red-white, almost like a speck After all it's not about paint, Low fliers care much for a speak, When the supposed-speck is bigger, Of hue and pattern; less flying Had chose broader, he'd be higher 'Twas strong, thick fit for up sending. The pull, the wind, the string matter It's too mean to notice it's size Big are the mouths telling color. Kite loose to dot, driven by breeze He left his name but kite, sky, wind, Nah church Bell! Nah belly Bell too! When heaven didn't show; wild are minds. Hush the hush, rush on rush, so go. Dress robbed (robbed by night) hoverers splashed goodbyes Like ether, free of light, he's lost He's lone and lost - others as mice This time mice don't race, but run most. Not known height in false black blue sky Not known hue and spot he just flew Asked was a question of should why Kite flying in night be a new.