You might try this one by David Wilcox....

A tattered old kite, must have been spring when you got flown, there's no leaves in sight, left you to swing up there alone,

tangled in branches, held by a string that once let you fly in trusted breeze. Love I've flown,... I know the way it feels.

As I walk on the ice, the river is silent as a stone, the same river twice, but the one we walked into is gone, downstream forever or so it would seem, the warm summer rain so deeply flows. Love floated me.... I know the way it goes.

I can't work this key, damn thing is jammed or frozen closed, it's a strange place to be, trying to pry my own windows, but there was a second, a match that was made, a key that is warm inside your purse. Love opened me.... I know the way it works.

Tattered old kite, walk on the ice, can't work this key.

great melody too,

Mac