Upward

Upward she went,
as if a kite on a string.
Soaring towards the heavens,
then the kite began to sing.

Sing of a lost, unrequited love.
Sing of those high in the trees.
Sighing of another one,
singing words in a breeze.

How do you believe
in such a weird thing,
allowing it to take flight,
floating like a bird on the wing?