Free

i love you so my kite
attached to tattered string
whose colour is so bright
and joy indeed you bring.

you seem to want to fly
away from my small hands
oh why, dear kite, why?
i ask from solid land.

do not i adore you?
do not joy i bring
to you, dear kite, you
to whom all fairies sing?

why try you to run
on winds and gales take flight?
oh why dessert me for sun
and on thy string pull tight?

why, little kite, why?
i love you so, i do;
i allow you freedom in the sky--
do i not love you?

ah, but no, i see,
the way you watch the gull
fly out to vast blue seas
with freedom's song as a lull.

i understand now, my kite
the freedom you so want;
and with this little knife
to thee freedom do i grant.