Once again ..
it pulls taught,
each deep breath takes in the situation,
each slow breath shows my disappointment,
once again not high enough,
once again so close,
but close never did count,
not enough wind,
not enough cord,
it falls,
slowly swaying,
shimmering like a midnight star,
its golden colors fall,
drawn by gravity and life,
I run,
fast as the wind,
never will it touch ground,
never will I not catch it,
it will reach the heavens,
my hope knows that much,
like yesterday,
like today,
like tomorrow,
everyday if that's how it must be,
everyday the wind blows,
I will open my hands,
hoping to sore with it to the skies above,
I grin,
poor kite,
tomorrow will be our day.