High as a kite

When you burn like a flame 

you’re as high as a kite 

and you shine like the sun 

in the dead of the night 

and the reason and rhyme 

of your mischievous grin 

sets the rhythm and pace 

of the mood that you’re in

When you dance the flamenco 

you reveal all your flair 

and the moonlight reflects 

in the blonde of your hair 

and your skirt flows around 

you like waves on the shore 

There’s so much within 

I’m compelled to adore 

When you weep like an angel 

or you sing like a bird 

there’s more sensitivity 

than I’ve ever heard 

It’s a natural wonder 

how you capture the light 

when you burn like a flame 

and you’re high as a kite

Steve Wheeler © 20 September, 2021

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