Navy is a shape The angle of a blade A string of interwoven rings Kneeling Navy is blood in battle The fold of a robe inherited A puddle of velvet The face of a son leaving home to die The mother who understands why The color of brooks and skies Of Himalayan light after prayer When air turns to azure as pure As her eyes And mine Navy Brooke Second daughters born We’re the color at the helm of a storm The calm Cerulean The shimmer in gems that bend crowns with their weight On the heads of kings we dethrone
