Faerie kite

 I rue for Me that I was.
I dream of a Me
long gone.
 I’ve hoped for Me
to return from a faraway place.
  an eon swept away.
I wish on star light to star
Light years ago.
the stark dark between.
  I reach but my hands
 Have lost their grasp
on the strings of this night skyte.
 So on the stone cold ground.
Search for messages
dangling from the long trailing:

 Enough blue in this day.


  1. I received this amazing response by email.

    Love After Love

    The time will come
    when, with elation,
    you will greet yourself arriving
    at your own door, in your own miror,
    and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

    and stay, sit here. Eat.
    You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
    Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
    to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

    all your life, whom you ignored
    for another, who knows you by heart.

    by Derek Wolcott

  2. Oh, yes, there is blue enough for you… and me. Thank you for this reminder, each of us wondering where She went, taking turns holding the strings. She’s up there, methinks. Two She’s. And they are good friends, like us.

    1. Thanks to you who are willing to abide by the residual Me as it varies from day to day, hour to hour.
      And thanks to those who are taking turns holding on to the string.

  3. My strongest hope is that you that is developing and is to be; will as good or better than the one that was & colors besides blue will return; and SOON.

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