The Shelter
''Poetry is the shelter that we envy''.
These golden words deeply carved the years.
Time will come back
To give our words a peak
To confirm all those dreams
Resting in the dark.
Poetry is the truth that kills
The truth that brings us to the world
Again.
Signs of time will return
To justify prayers
And deliver it's echo to us.
A hope that we gained
Melting our blood with our fears.
Each line can set our soul free
As a key
Which mathches exactly to the gate
Of our prison.
When we hold tight the hands of each poem
Like we hold the hands of our children
We walk through a fiery passage
To reach the other side
Where we can detect our silences
And tame the fire along with the smoke.
In this shelter we form a circle
Step by step
From our legs
Stone by stone
From our hands
We define the borders
We prepare our guns
For peace
For peace.
And poetry screams
In front of our sealed windows
In front of our sealed desires
Calling us to feel
The divine untouchable truth.
It is the answer
To the pain of the history
To the lost words that left waiting in our dark bottom
To the feelings that we betrayed
With a kiss.
Copyright © Valeria Iliadou | Year Posted 2010
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