Shining silver bodies float over the sky.
In waves like stars sparkling in the night.
Beating to a rhythm all their own.
Knowing nothing of boundaries, limitless
against all that would like to diminish.
Only knowing the pull of time and tide
which beckons them on in the dance.
Strewn across the storm tossed day
with their own patterns meshing in and out.
Shimmer of hope born on the wings of tomorrow.
Navigating through currents unknown
which could dash all hope of a peaceful way.
Yet the struggle on in all beauty
knowing the path from long ago.
Familiar and yet distant in the memory.
A place they had not intended to repeat again.
But it is cast on them and they fly
Forward into the unknown, glistening
In the new sun, spawning hope.