The Kites
A beautiful kite of red and gold
Wished to fly to a land beyond
And so up it went up into the sky
And what a sight to behold
The kite saw a magnificent ray
Of pure unblemished yellow
Kite hung in the air the rest of the day
Staying silent, weary, mellow
It wanted to see the night
The stars, the moon, the planets too
But of these the kite deemed
The star to be most beautiful
Night fell; our kite hovered
Soaring into the cool clear breeze
Our kite saw the sky covered, shining
Like glitter over a blue velvet piece
“I’m gonna be among them”
Kite swished and swerved to get nearer
As night wore on Kite plodded on
But the nearest star seemed only further
“Can it be only some get to see
The stars in their infinite beauty?”
“Yes maybe that is so
But you do want to get there don’t you, no?”
Suddenly the kite saw a friend
One of blue and white
Masquerading as he flew
As a piece of the jigsaw night
Together now the two kites flew
Edging towards their goal
As night wore on the kites sailed on
They were not letting go
“Morning is near!” red and gold cried
“Come on we’re almost there!”
A twosome like not any other
Bursting towards nowhere
No one was going to tell them
They were never going to succeed
But blue and white was on a mission
He was old; his story, just a last page to read
He took red and gold up as high as he could
For he knew his days were numbered
He wanted to do something good
For someone that really mattered
Then as they would have never thought
“Boom!” they heard a thunderous roar
Then the sky lit up
Stars sailed by like never before
The kites weaved in and out among them
The shooting stars falling fast
As people made their wishes below
The kites were making their joy last
Yet finally it had to come to an end
The kites had seen their stars
Blue and white fell from the sky
And came to rest on the ground afar
As for lovely red and gold
She was left to wonder
“Could blue and white really have been true
To have guided me where I’d been to?”
She wondered if it were a mere dream
A wishful memory; a figment of desire
Yet if you wished upon stars in a sky so blue
Could it be that dreams really do come true
Amanda Dizon
16th September 2003