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.