Him

Once when I was alright
I could maintain my flight
Without the assistance of a kite
Way up and over
Unique in form, quite outta sight
Breaking flight for the sight of a man
Unknowingly purged from grains of sand

Reflecting light with his blackened hand
Acknowledging as only he can
Freedom from entrapment, kept in line
Escaping space, eroding time
Everything seems clear to me
Trouble is near at hand
Judged by judges of rule

As dumb as an idiot
Clever as a fool
Walking on water
Drowning in a pool

This is one of many poems I wrote over 10 years ago and have only recently come back to so thought I would share to see people's feedback as I start to get back into the swing of things. Thanks for reading.