Poetry:

Just Another Dream

By: Eve Khalil

I was somewhere,

Maybe Chicago, or New york.

A kind of place where

the glass of tall buildings

and the blue in the sky

create a blur.

A kind of place where

bridges rails hang

and train tracks bang.

The place where a city creates an echo.

Between the railings,

a bird sat quietly,

drawn by the stillness of my hand,

it flew to me.

I felt its soft weight

on my single finger.

So simple it felt like fate.

A decision to keep it,

led to a gently folded bird,

kept in the warmth of my shirt.

A companion to my heartbeat,

beneath my silk in a backseat.

I awoke,

confused as of where I was,

no more blurs or hanging rails.

Reminiscing of where I was.

Not knowing where but just knowing,

I was somewhere.

Bio: Eve Khalil is a poet and an attending junior student at La Lumiere School in La Porte, Indiana. She was enrolled in a poetry class, where she was able to explore her passion for creative writing and develop her voice as a young poet by researching poets, writing research essays, critiquing the poetry that her classmates have written, and writing at least 2 poems per week.