MOVING FORWARD

Shut, my soul!
Shut for all you see around you!
Shut for silence with nonsense,
for noises with rumours of lies,
for blessings with heartless devices!

Shut for all upcoming blossoms,
for dreams that bloom in my mind.
Shut for awkward sensations
of long forgotten cries!
Spare me some time on a day
when, alone, I'm forbidden to stay.
Give out petals of hope
which encounter the very soul
of lone prayers for mercy to come upon us.

Open this tiny heart of mine,
in shambles for years of hush,
entangled by miserable oaths;
nonetheless, still moving forward,
dazzling weak minds,
whose deeds do not gleam,
whose paths disappear in
sandy tracks of empty meanings.

Light up a way
where life is fulfilled
with sound, solid thrills
of joy and renewal.
Spare me some time
to recover from grief,
and remain relentlessly
eager to cherish the finest
demeanour, the noblest feats.