We shall spill like tides &

be the seashells children find

upon the sand

& every strand

of weed

so green

shall close like chains around their feet

& all the glass

from bottled dreams

which have been broken

piece by piece

shall sink again

into the storm

as if they never had been born

from children's minds

beneath the sky

beneath the sands that turn back time

so if you peer into the deep

where only sirens meet the sea

beware the child

with a smile

whom we drowned

to hear him weep

Angelina Carrera studies philosophy at UC Berkeley. Her poetry has been featured in anthologies by Wingless Dreamer Publisher and The Word's Faire.