That Song

Accidental Poet



 Like a rocket ship

It takes me back

To younger days

Towards my youth I flashback

 

Driving around in muscle cars

Sunny days and starlit nights

Listening to a song

A song called “Song of the Kite”

 

By a band named Private Lightning

Playing in south of Boston clubs

I’d hear it on the radio

And on my heart, it would tug

 

It’s about a radio DJ

By the name of Christopher Sky

Up high above he’s entranced

At the sight of a beautiful kite

 

Mesmerized for months in silence

He one day returns to the airwaves

Full of wonderful admiration

Of world love in his gaze

 

Over and over, he says

“There is love in the world”

And it always makes me smile

As I’m reminded of a certain girl

 

I know the feeling he must have felt

Seeing love in a kite with a tail a mile long 

There is love in the world

Especially in that song

 

Copyright © Accidental Poet 2023

  • Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 9th, 2023 07:37
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    Good write AP.

  • bobfallon

    very cool

    • Accidental Poet

      Thanks for the read and comment Bob.

    • Goldfinch60

      Music is so powerful AP it can take you to many wonderful places where memories roam.

      Andy

      • Accidental Poet

        As with you Andy, music has always been part of my life, from growing up with the Beatles to my adult years with The Moody Blues, Gordon Lightfoot, Glen Campbell and many others. Thanks for the read and comment Andy. 🎼🎢🎡

      • L. B. Mek

        indeed, we need to remember
        'there is love in the world'
        whether our view of it, is distanced
        blurred, or proximity clear
        (great write, dear Poet
        soothing warmth in a read
        thank you!)

        • Accidental Poet

          Thanks LB. That song literally takes me back to my early twenties when that song was being played on the Boston radio stations. One of those songs you can drift off into your imagination. 🎡



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