New Hope...

Photo: Kilakarai, 2006

Random footprints on the wet sand

  that the restless waves swill,

Bring memories of her lost land

  and pull her into a swirl.

She stares hard at the horizon

  where the boats dot like a rope;

In her arms a new born;

  and in her eyes new hope.

A single lightning cuts the sky

  as he draws close to the shore;

Amid thoughts of times gone by

  he wonders what’s in store;

He waves hard at the horizon

  as the clouds shed a drop;

In his mind his new born;

  and in his eyes new hope.