Commentary About one of many crushes, characterised by self-doubt.
Dedicated to JW.
When I bought some new recording equipment in 2001, I thought I'd use one of my 'lesser'
songs to experiment with, in case I messed things up badly. However I was so delighted
with the results that I named the accumulative album “Let’s Go Fly A Kite!” after
Kite - soaring at such a height
No-one should pull you down
and yet I fear I might.
Sky queen - radiant and serene.
You dance between the clouds
in red and bottle green.
Mine has been a tangled line
and I'm not sure I know
which way the wind will blow.
I'd rather be up there by your side
and like you I'd fly
and I would kiss you in the sky.
If I tried to touch you, would I rise or would you fall?
Would the clown discover that the graceful kite is not in reach at all?