Flying kites in the dark

Oh my weird craving I wonder what's your origin Why you want me to fly kites In night as dark as a nocturnal delight I see the analogy from my life Even in my dark sad times I look for pleasure and adrenalin Just like those flying kites I can't even see my emotional pleasures That I feel in my dark space within But I can feel the kites From the thread that I hold them with Just like I can feel the dark pleasure From the poems that I write them with I hope the birds and the aeroplanes see the kites fly in the sky Just like I hope you invisible and probably never to happen readers Read them And feel my pain and pleasure in them..