RED KITE FLYING

Forward on my way,
No wish for noisy streets
or bitter crying
Stride without delay
To breathe the wind and watch
the red kite flying,
Till sun fire meets
far hills and drops away.

Up the rising lane
Feel no pain, forget
long nights of sighing,
Sad heart, lift again,
Behold in open skies
the red kite flying
above bracken red
and golden broome aflame.

Forward on my way,
Underfoot is love betrayed
Those rages of the heart
They push me on,
Red wings of passion
Keep swooping and rising
Dipping and gliding
Soaring, till, out of sight
Lift me away.

Across the gorse and heather
No fear of judgment day
or thoughts of dying
Fine in any weather
Is Radnorshire to watch
the red kite flying.