Running with Dreams
She runs with dreams across the sand,
Her tiny hands outstretched in joy
To share the secrets of the sun.
She feels but does not fear its warmth,
The surge of merging wind and wave
For close her heart with theirs is one.
Her dark hair in the wind blows free
Like music scored upon the sky,
On surf that heals the wounds of war.
Instead of gunfire, now she hears
Ancestral voices in the air,
The songs of life evolved from shore.
She watches as a seagull glides
With kingly grace in curves of white
To carve upon the blue its reign.
Entranced, she laughs and wings her arms.
Oblivious of advancing waves,
“Birdie,” she calls again, again.