Two Times November

She soars higher
With the tease of a mild zephyr
Floating purposeless
She enjoys her random flight
An ascending high
Only to be plummeted by tug of a string
A kite’s misery
Her brief escalating sail reclines

Flying ..carefree
Soaring…eyes closed
Plummeting…dejected
Two times November
She glided a kite’s flight.
Two times November
Twice jaded.

Wax dreams
Ladder in a bubble and a string of hope,
T’was delightful
Against the vast blue spread turning from cobalt to Prussian
Her silhouette charcoal
Burnt under the twinkle of a fading Star
Like a flying Icarus
Burnt and fallen.

Dreaming …unbound
Feeling…perfection
Burnt… foolish
Two times November
She became the fallen Icarus
Two times November
Twin tragic-comedy

A bitter-sweet chronicle
Two times November
Two times sewn