Tattered Old Kite - David Wilcox

A tattered old kite

must have been spring when you got flown

but there’s no leaves in sight

She left you to swing up there alone

tangled in branches

held by a string

that once let you fly in trusted breeze

Love I’ve flown, I know the way it feels

As I walk on the ice

the river is silent as a stone

the same river twice

but the one that we walked into is gone

downstream forever

or so it would seem

the warm summer rain so deeply flows

Love floated me, I know the way it goes

I can’t work this key

damn thing is jammed or frozen closed

it’s a strange place to be trying to pry my own windows

But there was a second

a match that was made

a key that is warm inside your purse

Love opened me, I know the way it works.

a division of Soroka Music Ltd. (BMI)