The Crimson Kite
Oct 2005
RT Crossing

Oh how the lonely wind loved the crimson kite
Her shape and her movement brought such a delight
A touch from him carried her higher than dreams
The sight of her colours and curves made it seem
like redemption and then his whole world was made right

In carefree flight the kite danced to such a height
and eager with pleasure, the lonely wind sang
of purpose and meaning and laughter in rain
His song was her dance and it carried them far
Her dance was his melody, his raison d’ętre

Together they travelled across the night sky