Kite made of paper dreams
Glides on breezy gleam
Something in its flight
Clarifies the sight
Of long ago Nirvana days
Adorned by sunlit rays.
The life that is - will sway
As gusty shadows stray
Nothing ever stays the same
Restless wind cannot be tamed
From form to form it will blow
While seeds of promise grow.
Nancy M. Godfrey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paper-dreams/
