Two kites,
Red kites,
Pirouette
Magnificent and masterful,
Outside my window
And if,
Laying on this bed,
I could see no more,
This would be enough.
Enough to rekindle the knowledge,
The knowledge of magic,
The assuring
That beauty still exists
That something lingers
Between God and man
And we are not alone
A statement of possibilities
Of intent
Of a higher calling
And I smile.