Birds fly beside the kite that flew up there
Waving and dancing making circles in the air,
Light from the sun jump into the memories hold,
I was told that the blue cloud was cold
And stayed up looking silent in the frozen air.
Until a sudden gust came into the atmosphere,
And a great shower turns the ice to rain.
With celebrations, the teardrops came,
And a miracle stood there in a golden flame
Where there should have been a pain.
The sky above was new, empty and renew,
I know now that dreams can come true.
Some, ashes floating like a kite flying so high,
My dreams are still shining bright in the sky.
Copyright © Gerald Legister | Year Posted 2019
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