To Remain L'aura

Dear Kitten,

    Please, I ask of you to stay my L'aura. Be the air that fills my lungs. Fill my life, so that I may bear it. Right now, I am the vine. I am planted in good soil, but still I am dead. Why can I not grow and grasp with tendrils the blessed lands around me? It is because the air does not reach me. Be with me always and may it be life-giving to me. The night has long been over, but I still do not reach to the sky yet. Be a gentle breeze in my suffocating times. Lift my wilted leaves when my own strength fails me. The fruit I bear is sour or bitter. I am calloused and have lost the taste of fresh air. If you stay with me, may it be sweet air carried from afar. I look up at the light blue and see the birds on the updrafts. Reach down from up high and lift my head that I may smile into the sun once more. Maybe then my fruit will be sweet and finally bring happiness. Bless my withered soul with a sweet kiss and remain here, moving and dancing but ever here. This to my L'aura, I have a selfish request. I want to see you smile.

Sincerely,
Allegretto piu Grave