To the honor dead that sail the sky,
Like water’s land to walk and fly.
Attune the light of cloud and wake,
Shall dream to forth the heaven make.
Of all the deeds of good or ill,
Shall never hold or lie so still.
For the honor of the young and old,
Whose life was dread or those with gold.
And cross the morning edge of golden light,
Carried to be by the lovely sight.
To where they find and trap between,
Where force from both can never be seen.
Into the distant path of the aqua road,
Where the light then shine and glowed.
Yet trails are bound beyond the field,
To those with hearts and minds to yield.
So stain the world with every print,
Mark the fields like builders flint
For today, this be, the only last,
Of how much free the souls that cast.
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