wish kite

she asks every breeze

she comes across

“have you seen it

my  kite?”

an ashen soul

floats across the world

 

It flew among kerchief clouds

light and weightless

hanging by a blood line

undried blood tears

coming undone

wisps remain

swirling in thin air

descending

into a spiral

hopes lost

before hitting rock bottom

 

wishes the color of marrow

she had built a kite

tied a bleeding vein to it

and let fly

 

there is no telling

what there is worth flying

letting go

what will become of it

after it has landed

has come back

what will survive

such great heights

when all that makes

you are dead selves

flaking your bones

 

she willed herself wings

born of dying hopes

sliding slipping

a weary ascent

along the red line

each inch of the climb

became a chapter

she would rather skip

in her life book

often pages remained blank

the rest dark inked labyrinths

drawing on her life pool

 

not much to go before i am home

she let out a long sigh

 

time elastic as the line

snapped

a wasted weary wind

blew her away

wish shavings

crackling onto themselves

shy of realization

 

a pale frail soul floats

at the edge of a forgotten world

asking every vagrant waft of wind

“have you seen it

my wishes on a kite?”