Dreaming WomanInstead of damsWe build bridges arching Across turbulent waters Instead of walls We craft doors With ancient wisdom Instead of weapons We create future generations By words of life Instead of oppression We live We breathe We adapt to life as it comes Recreating it around usAgain and againHoping that one day It will be allowed to stay.

In the tumult of our lives Are pockets of mystery Sparks emanating from Our very souls Intertwined and pulsing

Our lives would not be complete If we did not hold dear The very aspects of What we cannot see or touch Only feel

We search for innovation. Afraid of discovering something completely different. After all - there is comfort in knowing that it all ends well.

If only our words would light up the hearts of others - like the sun awakening spring trees and flowers. We might not worry about the evening shadows any longer.