There’s an island where lost kites land,
If I could wish for one thing
It would be to make it yours, and mine,
But I’ve been chasing kites for far too long
And they would only call it child’s play.
There’s an island where lost kites land,
Where the sun is warm in its kindness,
And dreams, they last.
Your face would not be a spectre to haunt me,
But one to wake to in the morning.
There’s an island where lost kites land,
Where we would build castles made of sand and air,
Only they would never crumble to sea and earth
You would teach me the constellations,
I strain to catch them in the quiet.
There’s an island where lost kites land,
Where we would fly my very first kite again,
Your head tipped back in loud laughter,
A song I would replay on the radio
We would hold hands as we danced.
There’s an island where lost kites land,
and here, I would come home to you.