high hopes

Is it right
to hope so high
so high that I
may tie on a tie?

People ask me
why the tie?
A rope to hold
as I fly high,

and pray to alight
in paradise
as blue as agate,
gold as eyes.

Ever the more
am I to be
to move to morrow
hopefully.

The scene has altered
and defies
my lifelong need
to recognize.

And yet through all
remain alive
to see kind friends
anew arrive.