106.
The wings of dreams
take me
over the rainbow of joy
to dance
after the rain
of love.
107.
The trip is long.
I remember faces
of my fellow travelers
the ones who got off
and I see the ones
who are still with me
and I wonder
in which station
I must get off
and which bus I should take
for my new ride.
108.
How many rivers of blood must flow
until we learn to forgive?
How long people
must live in cages
that their fathers made
before they find
that they were born free?
How many trees must fall?
How many species
must get extinct?
How long
the ocean of my mind
should bear storms
before I hear your words?
109.
I will consider
all the possible ways
and do my best.
I am going to move
before you say
checkmate.
110.
From hate to hell
they crawl.
Cavemen bring famine and ignorance.
Rose to love death
and to hate love
the thing they cannot understand.
No one thought
the wings can burn doves
and September could be so black.
When eyes saw a paradox
of the cavemen
that die to kill
and the firebirds
that rush to hell
to save lives.
