By Ishmael von Heidrick-Barnes
Port of Hope
While the island sleeps
I dream
cargo ships anchored off harbor
trees
dropping ripened fruit on sidewalks
salty breeze turning
rooftop fans
Climbing winding stairwells
onto castle ramparts
clouds kissing
mountains with snow
A city living peacefully
along side
the ancient dead
Mezedes of minarets
church towers
pointing to the same heaven
Prophetic port of hope
surrounded by burning sea