Kites - Saint Saviour

Three flags flung/strung high

Taut nylon lines

Blow them a breeze for riding

Three swallows never still

Trace their routes along our hill

For dunes deep enough to dive in

It’s there in your cards

Recipes for losing

Sometimes losing makes you better

And you’re better off to

Shoot through the dark

Your sparks fly even brighter

And we’ll find you in spite of

Our tangled lines

We’re kites in the park

Three into four

Better for tug-of-warring

Another feather for your tail

Envy of all the heave-ho

Chiming a wind

A fighter winds

And severs our line

To leave me behind

And wave at you from my window

It’s there in your stars

Black holes to consume you

Your lost souls to be rescued

Like fledgling birds you’ll hold to your heart

So we’ll brace you to be broken

And though words will be spoken

In tangled lines

We’re kites in the park