Afterglow

Open the skies
and let them in;
the weary, unsettled,
aching wanderers.

Let them dance
upon fertile ground,

love without fear
of persecution,
laugh fervently
in colors
to soothe a troubled soul

We could join hands;
soar, wing to wing;

sovereignty, a candle,
an afterglow
in life’s fickle fate.

Pass the torch
and we’ll put out the flame

with sweat, tears
all of those human things
dreams are made of.