Constructions

Kite

The grass here is brittle
The soil is hard
The wind is like razors
The sky is all dark

Above
the boreas
Starless
Pitch black

The water is moving
Downwards in slow motion
Like world war 2 searchlights
The cars driving by

And just then
Commence
Silent
Descent

No words can describe it
The sight that we see
No camera lenses
Can capture the glimpses

Ignited
Crowning
Curtains
Falling

Kite