by Anja Breitkreutz

The flag is flattering in the wind

Voices out there

Flying away.

A silent dream

Circling the trees

Unknown and forgotten

Without hope

To be caught one day.

A lonely thought

Left behind in a world

Which will not miss it.

Thick clouds

Darkening the sun

Shadows on the shore

The waves gliding away

Taking the dream with them

Out into the sea.

Letting it swirl

Into the darkness of the ocean

Never to be seen again.