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.