A different view,
with the sky at your back,
pristine white clouds
in sullen shade of black.
Our eyes meet
where the colours are gone,
you are prey for my words
and lexicon;
you hold the air
for a moment or two
you watching me
and me watching you.
In your fingered wings
time stops for a while
and I just engage
your incredible style.
My feet, solid planted
on unmoving ground
yours unrestricted
hold me spellbound
as I watch you glide
with impossible grace
king of your kingdom
the royal realm of space.
The photo is a kyte which was flying over Whisnade Zoo, I inverted the colours ans was quite stunned by the result.
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