Kites and Kisses


Come and carve a crystal castle

around ardent arrows of ambiguous anamocity.

Soon the sea will seace to sing

that timeless tune that turns the tides.

On opaque oversites of obvious outstanding,

regrets ride royallyy reminding rememberance.

Hollow house of holy hate,

every evening ends in embers.

Mourning moonlight and making mallis,

locked lonely in lethal love.

Oh only others open and observe

cruel cadences of countries far away.

Kites are ken to kisses kitten,

(Both must sail and both will land.)