Poem: The Kite

Like darkness and despair

consuming the light;
Gone, is the wind

that once held up the kite.
I’ve been bitten by the dog of rejection,

scarred by fangs that pierced deep.
Tears flow like a fountain from this man,

a man who forgot how to weep.
Like the crystal dew,

you are disappearing before my eyes,
Colors fading and dissipating

like the cascading sunrise.
Drifting further and further away

like the flailing tide
Overwhelming me with a sense of loss

like the father of the bride.
This waterfall has lost its power,

its reason to overflow.
Essence melting

and evaporating in the spring

like the winter snow.
Warm sunrays swiftly departing

in fear of the ominous night
Gone, is the wind

that once held up the kite.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.