i dream of peace

                                                                                      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.