Migrant crossing

By the expansive shore
Breakers, in silent rage,
Embrace the vessels.
All in one, one in all
wooden boats,

Over the horizon,
to the North
a land promises, signaling
end of worried dreams, hope
finally leaving when

Dreams of sunsets, childhood trees,
Forgotten classrooms
And market sheep.

To the South
A land troubled, crying
over desert horizons.
What danger we faced here.

Moving forward on silent seas
Who will receive us,
Falling as leaves.

- by Azmera, a contemporary poet presently living in Oslo, Norway.,