Kite Flying

I give her free play Up in the sky Holding the tension in my thread I feel every fiber and ligament In her being Throb to neuron impulses of wind She has something to say And nerve and fiber Throbbing to tell I hear her sing petulently As the wind slaps her face She rises with grace A few small bows And I standing next to trees And power lines Rippled with apprehension But played out the tension And she rose higher Pulling for freedom From my hands That breathe for her to live She is such a beauty A beautiful creation Of man's desire to fly The mind Above the earth like soaring bird I let her fly Above me Nippling her string My body with the vision Is calm but stirred.