Cutting the Kite
I dreamt of you in the night,
Then I'd wake up with fright,
I've longed to hold you tight.
I missed you when you were out of sight,
Remembered the shrink of your height,
And the texture of that skin; white.
I inquired the so-called holy light:
I mean I am a rebel; I do start fights,
I can be feisty and I also bite!
You were a saint; you did everything right,
Why did they cut off the line of your kite?
Instead of been my kite, cut it I might.