"flying Kites"

Mood swings like kite strings dancing in air over and up; soar without care- Wires assure tangling winds vary and shift, catching my kite in a spiral down-drift- Down and under, plummeting from high, I attempt to recover and appeal to the sky; Of a sudden it happens and that none too soon, my kite has found wings - heads for the moon! Remaining aloft, I'm sure one can't tell - For my kite could be damaged, if the string broke and fell.