Saturday, August 6, 2011

Kite with no string: Ace of Cups part ii.

Love is like a kite with no string.
A birdcall in the forest -
You'll never see the bird
but you get to hear it sing.

A wind that carries the breath
Of roses and glacier lilies,
Ice and sunlight.
And just once in a while
The flash of Her eye
Intolerable, necessary, gone before memory can catch it
Like the stringless kite
The birdless song,
The lover's breath
After he's gone,
They all call us,
Like flowers,
To open
And open,
And open,
With no guarantee except death.

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