I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole  You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold  Oh what a contrast you were  To the brutes in the halls  My timid young fingers held a decent animal.    Over the ramparts you tossed  The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers  Tied to a brick  Sweet as a song  The years have been short but the days were long.    Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass  We fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed  When our kite lines first crossed  We tied them into knots  And to finally fly apart  We had to cut them off.    Since then it's been a book you read in reverse  So you understand less as the pages turn  Or a movie so crass  And awkardly cast  That even I could be the star.    I don't look back much as a rule  And all this way before murder was cool  But your memory is here and I'd like it to stay  Warm light on a winter day.    Over the ramparts you tossed  The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers  Tied to a brick  Sweet as a song  The years have been short but the days go slowly by  Two loose kites falling from the sky  Drawn to the ground and an end to flight.