a bit of breath to catch
a tad of wind
to reach the finest edge
of wars
and win
to open heavens doors
a heart
to Love
all veins
are corridors
from steps above
inhale the moments wise
and life is sliced
on scenes of compromise
of truth in eyes
exhale the dying past
you can’t detain
the light which might outlast
the conquered pain
a drop of salty thoughts
a cheek to slide
those things
which can’t be bought
are worth a fight
those lips
to give a birth
to greater deeds
might slightly tremble first
and then proceed
with taking dreams apart
and words to leave
across the knacker’s yard
of disbelieve
and someone
in his cage
will catch the breath
to reach the finest edge
and challenge death
20 December 2017