Kite

...He used to fly
of what he thought
were smiles of the sky
Soared high above the horizon
beyond borders that 
never touched the seas
nor the shore
nor the sands
constantly being washed away
He sang with the sunrise
dine with the sunset
dazed by the moonlight and 
filled the void
of a hanging twilight
with hopes built on dreams
Dictated by a life of 
seventeen bullets

But like all men
he doesn't belong to the skies
And so 
he rested
underneath a cold shade
of a dying tree.....

Mek
Dec08