>> 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.