The Key To Door-Less Skies
He whispers at winds whistling shrill,
coaxes, begs them to lift higher still
above the clouds that fragile friend,
a jewel floating at the end
of his sky-string, swimming it seems,
across drowsy ripples of his dreams;
it shimmers, fades into thinnest air,
melts away out of sight, but still there,
and, for these earth-bound, bleary eyes,
the kite, a key to door-less skies !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2006
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