on my notebook
on my desk and on the trees
on sand and snow
i write
your name
on all pages read
on all pages blank
stone blood paper or ash
i write your name
on the gilded images
on the arms of warriors
on the crowns of kings, oh love
i write your name
on all my rags of blue
on the pond, the musty sun
on the lake, the living moon
i write your name
on the echo of my childhood
i write it, your name
and lay the meagre power of a word
begin life again
for i was born to know you
and i was born to name you:
LIBERTY.