Kite Flying

Beneath the blue Organ Mountains



Beneath the sky and the stars



Far from the trail I hear



You sigh



I hear you sigh







In the skin, in the skin



Where memory begins



In the skin, in the skin



It stretches thin



In the wind







Freed from the flesh and the bone



Stretched on a cross of wood



Tied to a string and then



Flown away in the wind







In the skin, in the skin



Where memory begins



In the skin, in the skin



It stretches thin



In the wind