Rebecca Lourenstein

Inner eyelids,
compleatly dark.
Ears,
resinating music.
...

I have climbed to the tops of the trees.
I have spun with the sun on my face.
No walls surround me;
No chains bind me.
...

I want to live,
I want to breath,
to survive without you.
I want to laugh,
...

Ants dance
in the sand
making patterns
seen by men.
...

Love should be your goal,
peace should be your dream.
Imagine a better world,
for all of your children.
...

Listen.
What do you hear?
beyond the silence.
I hear the sun rising on the other side of the earth while the moon sleeps where I lie.
...

Shadows on the wall.
People in silhotte.
Light around but not within.
Slicing through the light,
...