Deja Vu
We were like moonlit kites twisting wildly in chase of stars.
For a moment, escaping the tether and dangle of life -
untiying ourselves in the velvet smooth of night.
Windward held were we - on craving’s warm air.
Soaring vista birds, in follow and blissful rise;
High, above the spooled tail of humdrum days.
I recollect this thrill in flight. I remember us like this.
Lost in the circling entrancement of each other,
tissue-paper light in the eventide.