There once was a boy who lived above the clouds
With only the sun and the moon and the stars
Collecting all the things our hands
Did foolishly let slip away
Kites with string
And ballons with ribbon
And planes of paper
And hearts both whole and broken
And he played with it all
Dancing and running and singing and laughing
Soaring high with all the kites
Floating softly on each balloon
Flying swiftly with the racing wings folded from paper
But kind and carefully with each heart
Softly mending the broken with thread colored purple by rain
Gently kissing the knots on every last stitch
Shaping wings from stray clouds
And placing them on the whole hearts
Then showing and teaching them they could still fly
Both to new and old faces
Each heart free to choose itself
Letting them stay when they
Needed more time
Wether to heal or cry
Before knowing what to do next
Letting them play
With the kites and the ribbons and the ballons and the strings
And the paper and the planes
Every heart welcome to laugh and run and sing and dance
Until it felt ready to fly back home
And the boy who lived in the clouds
Lives there still
Watching and waiting for more planes and ballons and kites
And for hearts that need mending
And hearts that need homes
He may live by himself
But he is never alone