Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 41.0: February 6th, 2007

Kites
by Belinda Roddie

Lilies weaving patterns in solemn night
Banquets on the table by candlelight
Torches all aglow, lighting up the snow
Cerulean hue as we fly our kites

His is green as grass and mine is bloody red
A Christmas for the sky for a celebration overhead
Flurries passing by, whiting up the sky
Then a voice calls out and says it’s time for bed

We sleep while the clock ticks away precious time
The sound like poetry, forcing senseless rhymes
Cast away the sheets, color in our cheeks
A lovely flame that keeps us in our prime

The night goes on in thick, snowy white
‘Til dawn and dew we fly our kites
In the bitter cold, the sun a flame of gold
Passing through the air like candlelight

The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since February 6th, 2007.

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