Into your Hideout The ruins of my mind The bombed out places so so unkind Lost you in the haze of hells fire Bombs making humanity expire I have dreams they call out as nightmares You are running away from your fears Amongst such destruction and horrors A borrowed bicycle your only escape Yet here I am, and you know not the truth I am alive, and running, just as you Through the ruins of this city so destroyed I am chasing you, and screaming, stop my love Stop, arête no more need to run The enemies and nightmares ran out of guns That day when the sky rained barrels and bombs Wounded, I survived, our love kept me alive In the deepest of dreams, I hear your screams Love please know soon, we will be in the sun eating ice-cream I will never stop my endless pursuit Of finding you my love, my wife, my meaning of this strife I shall find your hideout in the depths of hells fears We two shall resuscitate our hearts, humanities fools For all the terror, the war and hate One day me and you shall smile at lovers garden gates My blood is yours, my veins joined to your soul No soldier shall stop us, from our hopes and loves ultimate goal When I sit caressing your hair in the shelter of hidden despair The hideout no longer needed Us lovers, together, finally in gods sun and the fresh air Dedicated to all the innocent victims of the horrors in Syria I would like to thank a fellow poet, for her support, encouragement and exchanging of ideas, Casarah Nance. I was discussing how often music inspires my writing, and was sharing some favorite songs with her, when this idea came up. At the same time, tonight we had a workshop on www.baffn.biz #Poetry room, and I would like to also thank Tim, Casarah, Jan, Maverick, Halil, Samantha, Armand, Keith and Joe for the wonderful comments and suggestions. Great to see poets encouraging other poets. That’s how it should be!