with opaque walls
there is still blood running
through your veins
there are still tears falling
like rain
there are still flowers growing
in your path
there are still the hills
that need embraces
there are still trees
that enclose the same hearts
and smile through birds
buds and leaves
there is still someone
incomplete like a poem
never written.
but i need the circle, for
protection - i replied
let there be poems your
protection - and colors
and truth and love.
let love be the fire
you seek in his heart,
the flowers in his eyes
the greatness in simplicity
don't draw the circle
with opaque walls -
stone by stone they will fall
till the end and your heart
will never find rest
on the fields of neverending
regret.
(D.J., 10 04 2007)