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i dream of peace

>> Sunday, March 20, 2011

                                                                                      the afghan girl reinvented

i dream of peace. in that quiet place
between stupor and death. i dream of

poets writing odes that break down walls.
i dream of angels dying, demons praying.

i dream of melancholy ebbing when the 
morning sun descends on the land that

divides. land caught in a sea of blood,
a forgotten lore from a million nights ago.

i dream of flowers in the fields dancing 
to the music of change. change that must

be wielded like a sword or suffer the 
unborn and those who have come to pass.

i dream of children dancing in the rain 
falling from the heavens like the voice 

of god collected and wasted in a prison 
of greed. i dream of beauty in the ruins.

beauty that gifts solace but not solitude
to ghosts chasing memories lost in the fire

i dream of silence amidst war. i dream of
silence without war. i dream of white when

i turn off the light at night. i dream of
dreaming of seeing my face in your eyes.

i dream of peace. yes, i dream of peace.


Francia Clavecillas March 24, 2011 at 5:03 AM  

I dropped by and what did I see? An insightful poem with a work of art complementing the poem!What a reinvention! Yes, I remember the famous photo of the Afghan girl with the horror of war all over her eyes. Now you put the contrast - your dream of peace. If we can dream, we can build. Thanks for your poetry that speaks of hope!

Cris A May 17, 2011 at 5:51 PM  

Thanks France. It's lovely seeing you here. And what a lovely lovely comment. I appreciate it :D

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