Kite Runner

Wisps of fragile dreams
Drifting by, slipping through my fingers
As if I were walking through
Knee high wildflowers
Caressing the he-loves-me pieces
As I pass by
He-loves-me-not fragments falling
Into the brush

I mistook the clouds for fog
The air beneath my feet was steady
As the ground below
You are not a pallbearer
To the casket of my wild youth
Lowering me into a prison
I am not mere smoke
Curling from a Mississippi bonfire
Seeking another atmosphere

My head is forever in the clouds
And you still watch me with smiling eyes
You run with me as I chase the sun
But anchor me to the earth
Before I turn to ashes
So I cannot be a bird
Migrating with the change of the seasons
I will be your kite
Just don't forget to let me fly