I never made you anything With my hands, so now I will Make you a kite to fly in the wind.

First we need to build a frame. So here let’s use these two ribs Strong, white, beautiful.

Then we need to cut some light Paper into a square. Let’s use These poems, almost weightless.

Glue next? Something more sticky Than blood is what we need. This bottle Here has my collected tears. Nice.

Thread to bail this out into the sky? Let’s spin some out of my fur. Add some time. Add memory too.

Ah! Do you think we need a tail For stability and control? Let me Then staple our old jokes to it.

Here we go. Done. All set for takeoff! Go on now, take this kite and run outside. I will be right behind, in the air, flying.

Only Floyd would make sense here.

On the day the wall came down The Ship of Fools had finally ran aground Promises lit up the night light doves in flight

I dreamed you had left my side No warmth, not even pride remained And even though you needed me It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

May the kite soar higher than we could..

Kutti