FLY

Almost not a few days more
Thereafter I shall be yours
By and by you will be mine
Scripting some
Roseate rhyme -
Fly
my loving spirit,
As a kite in cloud nine.

Flitter high
Into the blue
In lucent sunshine,
In the fortuity of you
Parting with me-
May I not shortly cave in
May I not slack restrain
May I not promptly give in
-snapping kite's line.

Love may either let it slip
may pull it in your grip
whirling like a turbine.
May it help to heave me through
May it not make me whine
May I hold out as I do
Perhaps with,
or without you.

~ ARUNANSU ~

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