For a hummingbird in Hawaii
And an empty corridor at Heathrow
For the boy with a kite
There is always a boy with a kite
For the sleight of hand
And the dazzled eyes that follow
For the moon's full light
And lovers' kisses beneath it
For the wounds that will never heal
And the eyes that incessantly cry
For the lies we tell ourselves to stave off
The truths that could destroy us

Stand still at a street's edge, look up
And murmur wings, wings
I should have wings.