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So Much String

She was the best cloud you floated in on

In the big blue sky we have flown

A gentle mental wind that you knew

A hurricane since she’s been gone

With her feet on the ground

And you in the sky

She kept you lit high

As a Franklin kite

Whenever the winds changed

The higher you flew

As long as you held on

To her hold on you

So why must what goes up, come down

Is there no longer such a thing

As a blissful beating heart?

If it’s the only reason why

The Lonely cry when they sing?

Might as well go fly a kite

All the while remembering…

We’re only given so much string.

 

 

c 2012 David Brunoehler

 

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So Much String

She was the best cloud you floated in on

In the  big blue sky we have flown

A gentle mental wind that knew you

A hurricane since she’s been gone

With her feet on the ground

And you in the sky

She kept you lit and high

As a Franklin kite

Whenever the winds changed

The higher you flew

As long as you held on

To her hold on you

So why must what goes up, come down

Is there no longer such a thing

As a blissful beating heart?

If it’s the only reason why

The Lonely cry when  they sing?

Might as well go fly a kite

All the while remembering…

We’re only given so much string!

2012  drbrunoehler