Kite - Wigwam

Pine you so lonesome sighs

As murmured questions rise in line

And weave their voices and entwine

As breezes their disguise

Willow cast your silent souls

I see them ride on every beam

Spirit from the forest team

And reassume their roles

No wind, no light

No sun in sight

Love hold me tight

I’ll fly my kite

No wind, no light…

Spiders roam you jeweless nets

Empty void of morning’s haul

Where diamonds hung now missin' all

With the thief, that sun who sets

Willow cast your silent souls

I see them ride on every beam

And spirit from the forest team

Reassume your roles