Your Kite

Made of silk and simple twigs
I appear to be fragile
Yet my journeys will say otherwise
I endure a lot.

I have been lifted by the winds
And taken through relentless storms.
I have been hit by the lightning bolt
That generated your loneliness and pace.

I have been moved by forces beyond me
And keep being pushed higher and higher.
I want to reach higher.
Reach nothing in particular.

The violence is agonizing
And the wicked weather is unyielding.
I keep on reaching higher without
Acknowledging that I am not alone.

You grasped my tattered tail long ago
And have come along for the ride,
Out of your free will
Combined with some unknown force.

I feel your fear and see your tears
But I should reach higher.
The storm will end and when it does
I will grasp my grail.

Nine years have passed
And I'm still beaten.
Yet you still hold on and wait for me
To come to rest on Earth.

The storms have not let down
And I am restless.
I have been reaching devoid of grasping.
Now I believe our time has come.

I acknowledge you.
I see you.
I feel you.
I'll bring you down to Earth.

After all that reaching
With nothing to show for it,
I'll bring you down to Earth.
We come to rest as one.

We rest below the darkness,
Below the danger,
Below the violence and
Confusion of the storms.

I admire you and I'm sorry.
You were with me through it all.
Through the fear, the flames and sorrow,
You were with me through it all.

Now I’m convinced the unknown force
That kept you hanging on
Was the force of your prevailing
And never ending love.