In Uppercase

Write their names in the sky
In blue and gold, forever scar the clouds
Let Them Believe
For when they believe you believe
They will seek all they are
And with an eagle’s eyes

Pick up Hope’s pen


This will be a song
Written slowly with red
On parchment scroll 
In an ancient language
For a foreign instrument
By the blind forced to see
In the dark

This will resonate 
From the hammer, anvil and stirrup
To the prefrontal cortex 
Ending with the heart
For some
And for others 
Those fleeted fifty-two bones