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.