Contentment

I am too tired to fly, please walk with me instead.

Hold my hands, kiss my head and I’ll tell you a story,

You see;

I once had a kite I chased too high,

and it tore in my hands — while in the unforgiving sky.

Sending me down I spiraled to the ground,

where our feet are standing right here and now.

He caught me with no questions asked,

and held me while I bled;

He stayed sturdy and sound, for me to rest my aching head.

He promised to catch me again if I were to leave,

and love me through each bruised arm and leg.

This is the truest love I’d ever known;

I did not have to chase him — but was found instead.

Landing in his arms he carried me then and still does now.

This is why I stay close to my dear friend the ground —

I promised to never leave but one day join him,

resting in his depths, safe and sound.

I will catch tired wings just as he did mine;

and in time you and I too will learn what can be found,

when you keep your mind on solid ground.

There’s no reason to fly so high to catch foreseen dreams and soar,

No; Right here we find all we’d ever hoped for.

Fly if you wish in search of something more,

my friend and I will stay put here;

Waiting to catch any kite that has torn.