Dream kite

Hold up some sticks made of bones,
The rushing breeze is around
Hold up the banner, raise the sails,
The rushing crowd lights the proud

The traveler is not immortal, keep them whole, cover them well
Holler when the storm is over here and near, forth on forward
The pace must be with justice, reason with ways, not conniptions
Holler if the stars and the sky dare strike the signs, push those ponders

Put a point, make it clear, then the string will hold steadily for it
Feel them, correct them, break them down and bolder this fine line
Put a dare, risk the fall, sustain, soar over the gaps that drag the bones
Feel this, understand, even nature rarely shows mercy in this home

Even with the shade surrounding the fields, descry the next phase
Roll with the next flow, the dreams blending the light save the mind
Even with the blinding abyss, find the will to carry the die
Roll with the next move, repel those animals that feed on the glare of the kite