I watched a paper kite in colours dressed, <br />go climbing high into the clear warm air. <br /> <br />It soared way up, and as it so progressed, <br />my whole mind very soon became aware, <br />of feelings, so downhearted and depressed, <br />that suddenly I started to compare, <br />my staid and stagnant life, which had compressed <br />into a nonentity, <br />with that of my quite perfect love affair, <br />now gone forever. <br /> <br />My spirit was possessed <br />with such a lightness, <br />that I felt no more despair, <br />for life was opened wide to me, and blessed, <br />by a confidence, that was so extraordinaire. <br /> <br />One kite had lifted up my soul and had impressed <br />on me, to stand four-square, <br />and take the chance and no longer be suppressed, <br />but fly with the wind, just like a solitaire.* <br /> <br /> <br />* A solitaire is a mainly grey American songbird of the thrush family. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-kite/
