sometimes I see you

a kite with no string

floating in the sky

a sun I cannot touch

vanishing behind

the curtain of horizon

and you are gone

then I forget

when I am trying to reach you

that you are not there

not where you appear to be

but somewhere everywhere

somewhere I cannot see into

and I must be silent

letting only the heart speak

because where you are

cannot hear the words I send

or if you do they come through

as muffled convulsions

of what I have meant

until in frustration

I mean those words too

sometimes I am also gone

not in darkness or in light

but only wandering somewhere

far from here in absence of

the illusion of what is me

maybe we meet like secret lovers

secret even from our own knowing

behind the curtain of horizon

and all the struggling 

to make it right within ourselves 

between ourselves 

has been redundant

and neither of us are like drifting kites

swept away from the broken strings

of our own selves

but like birds who migrate 

to somewhere much more warm

when the self becomes a cage