“Child of War” by Carissa Faulk

Child of war, stay here with me,
safe from the turning of the sea.
Child of war, build the sand
into towers of dreams, tall, they shall stand
stark against the blazing gold
of the dying sky, of growing old.
Child of war, you shall know
raging peace as I shall never know.
Child of war, I might weep
as the waves pull down your castle to the deep
but you will not; Child of War,
you will embrace the waves, and let them roar.

For more poems by Faulk, check out FIVE Vol. 1 No. 11.