Monday, October 1, 2012

Of Flying Kites and Freedom


Of all things silent…
Of friends and forgotten stairways...
Of flying kites and being free
And, standing still

The lonely piece of sky…from the lonely window
Sighs, as she clings to the railing
The last of the tears…
Have dried in her throat

She searches…
For a kite…for a colourful spark…
In the grey heavens…
Something else from what is…

Her shackles have fallen silent…
Her battered soul numb
Seeking not freedom…but assurance…
That not everything is a lonely body in the lonely streets

Yet, the sky is empty…
The music silent…the guitar unstrung…
She turns back to darkness
The grey sky stays quiet.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This one made me sad...but a good sad...
nice post buddy :) and good idea the tagline teaser on pandion!

Freak-a-bird said...

Brilliantly written. Its the joy of being that free, being free to fly thats all we want.

Keep up the good work...:D