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

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