Stealing A Glance At The Soul

You are among dim lights

Daring to illuminate the air

And make space for beauty

There’s beauty there, and

In that dark other

There’s a desolate man

His world is cubic, and fluorescent

He dreams just like Monet

Brush strokes that touch the soul

Maya Angelou lives on

In the center of town

And raises her banner each day

Words bleed from every pore

And the battle for freedom

Always rages in their hearts

In the bombed out shells of Aleppo

Michelangelo schemes and plots

His day is coming

To use that rubble wisely

And rebuild the walls of paradise

The hands of a great builder

Studies his wounds from war

Choosing to enter them freely

Behind that southern barrier

Are we keeping ourselves away

From a Cesar Vallejo?

We would rather close the doors of Eden

And imagine ourselves unworthy

Then catch a glimpse of the divine truth

Which rests in the brave body

Of everyone that is tread under

Great spaces reside inside of atoms

Unclaimed territories

Ideas and concepts not pondered

Paintings, poems, playwrights

Grand statues and structures

Kept in small spaces

You cannot contain the soul though

We are all released sometime

Let us then commission

Every novelist unpublished

Every artist trapped and imprisoned

To pour themselves on canvas

On urban and forgotten walls

Let flow the fountains of imagination

And not deny ourselves any longer

A peek into the keyhole

Of the doors of the divine