...he danced and danced
into the light
a motion cry
within the night
he says he needs
the wind within
a burst, a gust
to make him
him
the hours pass
the moon so high
the strangers laugh
he aches a sigh
a one so bright
a wasted kite
he shakes it off
and says goodbye
the green he keeps
beneath his bed
to flee his home
his heart
his head
alone he is
so grown he is
ready for life
and love
herein...
