Kites and Clouds

To wipe away all my tears.

All the lonely days and endless nights,

Sometimes I only dream of kites.

How simple and sincere,

Are all the conversations

That we had my dear.

Black and white, white and black,

What's to stop us from flying back?

All those nights with you alone,

Now I'm chilled to the bone.

How easy was it from where you stand,

To almost completely lose my hand?

Is it easy or too complex?

Maybe it is only just the sex.

Sharpened blades - thunder stiking,

Blue skies and white icing.

Having cake and eating it too,

It doesn't seem new to you.

02/10/95