Wingbat Takes To The Sky

 an opening

& so we let the kite go free

unwind, unravel, becoming independent

it took off into the clouds

it's to release the lonely string

lifting, or the unpleasant sprocket holed disaster

that time would not allow

it might be mites so many years up in the attic

it might not be time's fault

i would dangle the recorder all day

i wouldn't hear my voice

i wouldn't worry neither

the nervous chatter and smiles there was a crowd you just woke apart your wide bejeweled eyes for the very first time

i flew the kite needs practice

  it held my sweaty palm 

it must have slipped!

so took off slow and wishful

up into the wildish clouds

the crowd who felt invited, they wouldn't welcome fear

their voices faded out and all went home

my kite's voice whistled for my safety 

escaping,   i wish you were here with me

well..  now i really do

but down below

is where you stayed

  and i know you

you would wait at home

for us or wait

until you learn to fly.