White kite, hovering in blue,
are you a menace or a blessing,
a redemption or a damnation?
Might I mount you and
pass the boundaries
of the sky?

I have no wings,
only thoughts of flight.
Direction does not matter,
I dream in ways unheard of and
seek answers unanswerable.

White kite, hovering in blue,
take me, take me with you.

Ember Golightly