Vineyard Haven Kite Song turned out to have three chapters.  I know it’s odd to refer to songs in terms of chapters, but I felt impelled to call them so at the time.  Each one came to me with melody and words together, and each one illustrated something of my passage through that difficult, though at times beautiful, summer.  

When composing it (if that can be the word for letting it come into my mind) I didn’t really notice the longing in it.  That was something my brother later pointed out.

Afternoon off and I’m drifting on down

Wandering with the wind into the town

Stepping along, looking around

A little bit lost and a little bit free

Knowing there’s something here waiting to find me

I’m seeking, seeking something worth keeping

Not even speaking but silently hoping

Hoping, hoping too hard for coping

Choking on chances but with my eyes open

Open to see something strong and flamboyant

Something that’s vibrant, gentle and sweet.

Leaving, sighing – nothing worth buying

Still keep on wandering, trying to find it –

Something or someone to kindle my soul

That I might fly again

That we may know

That we together have somewhere to go, too

Someone and me

To set ourselves free

That we might reach the sky over the sea.